The Roaring Lion

My sister Jennifer lived until recently in Poway, the suburb of San Diego where, this past sabbath, one person was killed, three were injured, and all were terrorized, when a 19-year-old fired at worshipers at the Chabad synagogue. Our friend, Doug, is a member of that congregation. The father of the shooter was my nephew’s […]

The Olfactory Sacrament

When I was very little, I used to visit my mother’s mother. And my mother’s mother’s mother lived upstairs. Her room was a mysterious place, alluring and a bit forbidding. She was in her mid-90s, of German descent, a faithful Lutheran, a holy woman. What I remember about going up to call on her in […]