my house is blue

When I look out most of the windows of my house, all I see is grey, white, just a bit of anemic green of a pine tree. And the fact that the sun has gone into seclusion once again doesn’t help. My house is blue. I feel good when I come home and see it, … More my house is blue

holy mud on my boots

There’s a concept in Judaism that doing something three times makes it a habit–hazakah–or at least a halakhic presumption. We went to a funeral two Sundays ago and again this past week. I don’t want to feel superstitious, but… It looks like we’re skipping this week. Whew. Life is tenuous at best, I know. They … More holy mud on my boots