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I guess this year I’m going to claim Sukkot as my favorite holiday.  We didn’t observe it when I was a boy, but when my own children were growing up, I rediscovered this … more
Once upon a long time ago, in my boyhood, we burned firewood on our hearth here at home. Especially on Sunday evenings. We boys gathered sticks as kindling from the fallen branches of the … more
She used to greet me along the shore between the former Canonchet beach and the Dunes, where the ocean meets the river known as the Narrow, perhaps short for Narragansett. Of late, she sends me … more
Jacob Crane, the Touro National Heritage Trust Fellow who spent this past summer studying at the John Carter Brown library, presented his research topic at a RISD Brown Hillel luncheon with a focus on “Ararat.” more
We label Israel “a lamp unto the nations” and light our homestead candles for memory, for the sanctity of the Sabbath, on holy days.   For our private and personal dwellings, we … more
It came and it went, after a generous spread of matinee showings at the Avon. And it was mercifully succinct, coming in at just a few minutes under the classic 90-minute tradition of Old … more
My eldest aunt had been, in the womb, a twin: I wonder if she was seeking her other, vanished, half, all through her 90 years and more and beyond. Minnie first appeared in Providence when she was – oh, my! –fifty! She stood on our front steps … more
We hired a cab.  It got a flat tire on the road from Puerto Plata to Sosua. We were heading for the downtown strip, between a hotel and a bank, where, hidden by a fence and a wall, there was a Jewish historical museum. And, right next door, a … more
Janus was the two-faced divinity of ancient Rome, facing backward and forward. The past and future, left and right profile, double homily and divided. If someone is described as  … more
No piping plovers at the dunes, but I checked out Moonstone Beach and a single sandpiper came from the shoreline to greet me. Another day – a foggy/misty morn – as I strolled from the towers to the oblong where the Narrow River pours into Narragansett Bay, I found a solitary waterfowl, an avocet I think, short but with a long curved beak and heron-like legs. Perhaps it was a Stilt. It made up for my disappointment in not coming across cliff swallows or arctic terns. more
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