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Oh, be amazed…

These are the days of miracle and wonder, according to Paul Simons lyrics. And so it was, with those words ringing in my head, that a random January day last year found me completely mute.… Read More...

There once lived a hunter

REQUIEM Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie: Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you 'grave… Read More...

Deep is the gulf

NAT WEATHER SVC TPC/NATIONAL HURRICANE CENTER MIAMI FL TROPICAL DEPRESSION TWELVE ADVISORY 5PM EDT TUE 23AUG 2005 TWELFTH DEPRESSION OF THE SEASON FORMS OVER THE BAHAMAS; TROPICAL STORM WARNINGS ISSUED I. Crossing Over Water At… Read More...

Hope from America: A  letter  to  Papa  in  the  old  country

New Haven: 18 April, 1943 Dear Papa, Sholem alechem! I miss you much and hope this letter should find you safe and well. Please pardon my Yiddish; it has grown a bit rusty in America.… Read More...

In the forest of our Creator

I. A Wretch Like Me Imagine a nice Jewish boy finishing his second year at Brandeis University. Since starting, hes become connected as never before with his people and his roots. He studies Yiddish and… Read More...

Watching the dung-beetles: NotesfromastudentssemesterinAfrica

Kidogo changu pokea na dua njema nakuombea. (Please accept this little from me, along with my prayers.) Swahili proverb In the dead of night, compound guards were knocking at the door. Pardon us for waking… Read More...

Mau ke aloha no Hawai`i (LovealwaysforHawai`i)

It was one of those rare cultural treats on a Thursday night; not the kind packaged as an evening in paradise, as it often is for the tourist set. I think its sponsors, BAASA and… Read More...

In the season of the peeper and the crocus

There comes an indescribable sense of liberation when Winters grip finally breaks; a feeling of freedom that perhaps only people in cold climates can appreciate. The first hint of this great deliverance is some hearty… Read More...

Kaselehlia! – A journey to the Pacific

Friends, let me tell you about the weirdest trip I ever took. It was two-thousand miles past Hawaii to the island of Ponape, a two-day flight over the turquoise side of our planet. For long… Read More...

Sunday night in Terminal B

Im leaving on a jet plane; Dont know when Ill be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go John Denver Once the planets eighth-busiest airport, formerly boasting the worlds highest control-tower, Bostons Logan International… Read More...
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