Liminal Sage

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  • Counting the Omer

    Back in the day, in the land now known as Israel, the first crop of barley was harvested about now. No one was allowed to use their barley until they brought an omer of that grain to the Temple. Of… Continue reading

  • Miss Eula, Goodnight

    Last week was a week of lasts; every meal, pill, chore and affection carried the agonal weight of finality. We said goodbye to Eula in what was genuinely the most peaceful, beautiful way* and entered a week of firsts. We… Continue reading

  • Shabbat Shalom

    We eagerly entered the kosher deli, fresh from seminary gathering, excited for a mountain of pastrami and more time together. Our waiter, a Jordanian man, anticipated not just our needs, but our every whim. He even took care of my… Continue reading

  • Citius, Altius, Fortius – Communiter

    In 1938, a small bay Thoroughbred named Seabiscuit garnered more newspaper real estate than Roosevelt, Hitler, and Mussolini. Still reeling from the Depression and on the cusp of a second world war, Americans needed a hero – and they found… Continue reading