Archive for April 30, 2015

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Putting a Price on a Soul

B”H The seared tuna at the opening lunch would have been worth the trip to Columbus, where Zev and I joined over 1,200 Wexner “fellows” from around the world last Sunday. Although we were officially there to celebrate thirty years of philanthropist Leslie Wexner’s generosity, we really came to reconnect with old friends. Those of us from Pittsburgh were among the original participants in a two-year, intensive course to educate Jewish “leaders” for the future. “The only people you’ll know...

No Accident

B”H …I didn’t want you to worry all day. Everything looks okay, there were some paint marks but I was able to rub them out with a towel and I don’t see any scratch marks… Such a nice phone message from Sandy, a man I “met” in the alley yesterday morning when I was driving our son Sholom to school. It was a far cry from what he said to me at our earlier “meeting,” when I tried slithering my...

Learning to Love My Guests

B”H   I look down at the text: What do you have available? I sigh and answer obligingly. Now that most of our children don’t live at home anymore, we have bedrooms to spare. I know that the mitzvah of inviting guests, hachnassas orchim, goes back to our forefather, Abraham: three days after his circumcision at age ninety-nine, he happily greeted weary travelers. From this I understand the importance of sacrificing our own comfort on behalf of others. I’m working on...

The Power of the Potato

B”H “Thank you so much. I work very hard on it.” I don’t know why I say this, it’s just what comes out whenever I get a compliment on my blog. I know that people are more discerning than ever and I am committed to a serious effort to attract and keep their viewership. But this week was challenging. During the intermediate days of Passover (Chol Hamoed), it was easy not to work so hard on it. Not even think about...

If the Shoe Fits, Pitch It

B”H “What took you so long?” my daughter Rivky asked as I jumped into the car. “I was telling the owner about Moshiach,” I beamed back at her. On Tuesday, while Rivky did an errand, I stopped in the shoe store to see if my perfect boots had arrived just in time for spring. I used to shop in Jill’s store, season after season, year after year, but I don’t remember the last time I was there. This time was...