“tap tap… Knock Knock… Bang Bang… CLOBBER CLOBBER.” I have been wondering lately about the “tap tap… Knock Knock… Bang Bang… CLOBBER CLOBBER” theory of life. I look back at the two most-recent major moves that Yumi and I have made. Both were brilliant. Both were...
“Babi, you have many wrinkles on your face” Leo was six years old at the time, and was sitting with me in the kitchen. His little finger was on my face. He checked my expression to see if he can continue to explore, and what he sees in my face is my love for him. He...
“May this Torah be a legacy in your family.” This blessing was given to us by an American Airlines employee, after a challenging conversation about bringing a very big bag containing a sacred Torah scroll through security and into the airplane. The conversation turned...
These days my beloved Yumi resides firmly in the Lobby of his inner world. The metaphor of an elevator, which takes us from the Penthouse, to the Lobby, and to the Basement of our inner world, came to me one day as I was teaching a couple how to “cross the...
Kintsugi in Japanese means “golden joinery.” It refers to the art of repairing broken ceramics with a lacquer resin made to look like solid gold. Chances are that a vessel repaired by a kintsugi master will look more gorgeous and more precious than before. Why am I...
“It’s another one of the ways for me to love my man,” I said to the eye doctor. Yumi and I went to see the eye doctor because Yumi complained about having great pain in his right eye. Turns out his eye was very dry because it doesn’t close well. The doctor described a...
