The first prayers I ever recited were taught me me by rabbis at the Providence Hebrew Day School, where I was a third grader. My father had sent me to this yeshiva after his own father died. Saying the Kaddish – or Jewish memorial prayer – every day for an entire year had comforted my […]
CATEGORY: Gratitude
I don’t hate my sagging neck. I’ve studied with too many wise Buddhist teachers to be angry at the body that’s taken me on this exciting, bewildering ride. But it’s definitely aging. It’s slowing down and aching and growing odd little barnacles all over the place. I’m drying up like a desert. Still, I try […]