There I was, lying on the table pretending to be dead. Six intensely focused people were huddled around me reciting specific liturgy from Scripture and dressing me in burial shrouds. I tried to just be “dead weight” – loose, relaxed, and present. As I followed their progress, I...
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October 1, 2008 | 11:19 pmI had this crazy dream the other night where all across my neighborhood, in all the Jewish homes and on all the dining tables, the only thing being served to celebrate the High Holy Days was brown rice and seaweed.
I'm not sure where this Spartan nightmare came from, but if I had to...
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