You will help me, Bulus and God.
On September 22, 1941, the start of the year 5702 in the Jewish calendar, Renia Spiegel wrote in her diary…
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City lights
People used to ask if I minded the sounds of the street below our apartment in Princeton. I used to…
Think about the brisket.
My favorite sign in the #phillystrikesback Youth Climate Strike yesterday (September 20, 2019) was “Think about the brisket,” carried by…
How to govern
I realize that some of my recent posts have been nerdy to the extreme so I won’t bore you with…
Brain fry
As I sit and watch yet another beautiful sunset over west Philadelphia, I let my brain recover from finally finishing…
what if the dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two
September 11 is still today. On September 12, 2001, I read ee cummings’ poem “what if a much of a…
To be or not to be.
That is the question. Or is it? Is there a difference, even if Hamlet thought so? As I’m reading Brook…
The sound of silence
No complaints so far about the Made in America festival. Even during Cardi B’s closing set last night, which ended…
A weekend at home
Two and a half years ago I described my elation as Gale and I walked over the Vine Street Expressway…
The dao of senseless kindness
Earlier I had mentioned that Toto left a large streak along the front of our sofa where she had been…