Shabbat shalom. In Judaism, a phrase of comfort often shared with mourners contains the grains of hope: may their memory be a blessing. My view marching down to the Hall of Justice I carried this phrase with me this evening as I walked alongside my friends and community members. Pushed to a parking lot to…
Shabbat Shalom! This morning as I get ready for my Shabbat to start in the evening, I am meditating on the value of community. I tried my best to write this last night but was consumed like the 3rd Precinct in Minneapolis over the murder of George Floyd. How do I write about community, when…
Four years ago today was my Aunt Marcia's funeral. I stood crying with my family as we laid her next to her parents. On June 29, 1949, Marcia came into this world with an older brother and sister. Between the ages of four and seven, she saw the arrival of three more sisters. My mother…
