memory street

Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he Continue reading memory street

nose to the…

I suppose that November had to come and be like, well, November. Most of the leaves are off the trees now, which look too ragged to be quite presentable in formal company. Back from the Bayit Chadash board meeting, and it is up to me to keep my enthusiasm up, and nose to the grindstone, Continue reading nose to the…