29 06, 2017

The Olive Tree

By | June 29th, 2017|blogs, essays|0 Comments

My father used to tell us about The Tree. It was an olive tree. His olive tree. This was after the war and he and his refugee family had been resettled in Haifa, Israel. His olive tree was one of hundreds behind his apartment building and he would regale us with stories about how, after [...]

18 03, 2016

An Artful Response: Refugee Aid

By | March 18th, 2016|activism, art, blogs|0 Comments

Dear Friends, I have spent the better part of the past eight months looking away. The Syrian refugee crisis streams into my living room every night via the evening news whether I am paying attention or not and although some nights I am able to observe from a dispassionate distance, on the nights that I [...]

17 02, 2016

There Is A Photograph Of My Father Hula-Hooping

By | February 17th, 2016|blogs, essays|3 Comments

“The stars in the sky may seem ageless and unchanging, but eventually, most of them will become white dwarfs, the last observable stage of evolution. These stellar corpses dot the galaxy, leftovers from brightly burning stars”   There is a photograph of my father hula-hooping. It exists only in my mind's eye, but it exists [...]

23 10, 2015

I’m Officially Cool

By | October 23rd, 2015|activism, blogs|0 Comments

I watch the PBS News Hour with Gwen Ifill and Judy Woodruff almost every night. I'm cool that way. But, this, I didn't see coming. After I wrote a blog called Do Something a couple of days ago, a friend (Allen Goldberg) passed it on to his friend who is the Executive Producer of the [...]

20 10, 2015

Do Something

By | October 20th, 2015|activism, blogs|1 Comment

Last night my wife and I watched the PBS News Hour as we do most evenings around 6pm. My youngest son was with us for dinner, so he was watching as well. There was a story about Syrian immigrants waiting and walking in the pouring rain in their struggle to cross Slovenia and Croatia on [...]

18 10, 2015

Becoming and Unbecoming: Remembering John

By | October 18th, 2015|blogs|2 Comments

  And another regrettable thing about death 
is the ceasing of your own brand of magic,
 which took a whole life to develop and market — 
the quips, the witticisms, the slant
 adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest 
the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched 
in the footlight glow, their laughter [...]

4 05, 2015

Fear and Magic: A son’s meditation on loss

By | May 4th, 2015|blogs, essays, spirituality|1 Comment

Originally published in the Elephant Journal, Oct. 2014 I have to tell you that I’m losing my father. What I really mean to say is I’ve lost him. What’s worse is I have no idea when I lost him, I only know he’s gone. Alzheimer’s secreted him away, so that little by little he disappeared [...]