Tag: arm’s length

Because the word “community” is over-used.

Thy Hybrid Papa

EVERY YEAR, BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY, my sister asks what I would like. My answer is always the same: “I already have everything.” That’s not intended as a self-proclamation of inner nobility, only that I truly am comfortable with what I…

Three Hard Things

Kicking a whale up a beach Braiding grape jelly Comforting the chronically afflicted. (1/22/09 P.S. to RW: who asked “Why would you kick a whale?” The only reason I can think of is that 1) he’s down, and 2) you’re…

Shameless Plug, Drainwise

ALL I REALLY HAD IN mind was helping out my colleagues — I didn’t know I’d also be helping myself. I’m referring to today’s North Bay Bohemian article titled “There to Be There: Police chaplains ride the thin blue line…

In Egypt, You Say?

I SUPPOSE MEETING BAD NEWS with a muffin recipe demonstrates either spectacular denial or spectacular piety. I have often been accused of both, but the former is the more likely culprit here; I awoke this morning thinking, “No more long…

Interruption, With Muffins

THIS IS TO EVERYONE WHO’S been wondering about my ongoing health in light of recent tests thereof. (If you’re not one of them, please read something else): The good news: Nothing appears seriously wrong with my intestines or either surgical…

Shalom, Mr Chips

IT’S NEVER EASY TO SAY “goodbye” — so I’ll say “thank you” instead. Due to current synagogue demographics and ill health, I won’t be teaching at Shir Shalom next year. Obviously, I have mixed feelings. But mostly, I would like…