I can hear my kids coming through the front gate. It’s a sound so familiar it’s in my bones. The creak of the hinges, the clang of the big wooden door being shut in its metal frame, the voices audible but indiscernible, people congregating in the kitchen. For years, that sound was a big part … More Homecoming
If you read the news you’re bound to feel anxious and depressed. You’d have to be a psychopath not to feel that way. The world is plenty grim through the eyes of the media, and it’s always been that way. It was the same in the 1800’s and in Roman times, nothing’s changed. We seek … More Thanksgiving 11-25-15
Wait for me there, on the other side
I’ll be with you ‘fore too long
For now, know I’m coming, making up for time
Time that I lost when my will wasn’t strong … More When My Will Wasn’t Strong
This morning the street just east of us was cordoned off. The source of the commotion was a large man with wild grey hair pacing back and forth high atop the roof of a house that was under construction. Since I was there last, speaking both to the police officers on the scene and the … More The Chair and the Man on the House
It’s Forty-Six and Raining in Sharon (click to listen) It’s forty-six and raining in Sharon today the trees have shed their leaves the sky is silver grey The birds fly in circles watching from the sky out in the distance a plane passes by and I wonder… How the world still turns how smoke still … More This is a song I wrote this afternoon.
Meet Ezra Schwartz. He’s eighteen and spending his gap year in Israel, just like my own children did. At least he was until yesterday. Now he’s dead. Ezra was murdered by fanatics, on the spree of unrelenting bloodlust that’s happening right now in the Jewish State. I am troubled beyond the ability of words to … More Meet Ezra Schwartz.
The Austrian philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein famously said:“The limits of my language are the limits of my world.” When you think about the violence that has struck Paris, or Tel Aviv, or Beirut, in recent days, know one thing; the people that use the word “terrorism” to describe what happened haven’t read much Ludwig Wittgenstein. How … More Paris/Beirut/Tel-Aviv & the Failure of Language
Striving to be constantly content is like striving to eat only ice cream; both will leave you feeling miserable. I say this because most of us, if not all of us, are striving to be contented. (I said most of us because I wonder… are the guys from ISIS actually striving for contentment? I’d have … More Embracing Discontentment
A friend of mine commented recently that everyone looks good at twenty-two. He’s (almost) right. There’s no denying it. There’s something captivating about youth itself. Youthful hair is good; it’s full and dark – or full and blond as the case may be. Youthful skin is clear and unblemished. But that’s just the physical dimension. … More Lessons For & From the Un-Young
After five weeks of total vocal rest, a necessary part of healing after a vocal cord surgery, I’ve started to speak again. My voice is weak and only slowly, am I gaining confidence in it. I’ve seen the before and after pictures of my vocal cords in the doctor’s office. What a difference a skilled … More Going Silent (Installment Eight)