Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes…the opening words to the epic song Seasons of Love from the musical Rent. Each time I hear the song, I get goosebumps since it reminds me that life is both infinite and impermanent. Love lives on long after the corporeal existence ends. At 59, I am abundantly aware…

  Tonight is Erev Yom Kippur. In the Jewish tradition, holidays begin the evening prior at sunset and so the High Holy Day commenced this evening and concludes tomorrow night at sunset. In the interim, we are called on to pray, contemplate and fast. In my childhood and into young adulthood, I attended synagogue services, sometimes…

In a conversation today about the upcoming Jewish High Holy Days of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, we were reminiscing about our childhood experiences, the foods (being a gastronomical as well as spiritual Jew) and the rituals. She mentioned a dish called kasha and bowties that my Russian-born Bubbe (grandmother) used to make. For those…

Throughout my life, my father used to utter these wise words, “You never know what tomorrow brings,” as his way of honoring the present moment. Although he wouldn’t quite frame it that way, since he was a worrier at times who projected into the future what could go wrong as a way of warding it…

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