It’s getting darker. The lights are dim, and I am straining to see. But it’s there. I’m not driving, and I am not in a drug-induced hallucination. I am however wrestling consciously and subconsciously with two thoughts so opposite I cannot comprehend what’s going on. One is a nightmare. It’s recurring. It won’t leave. It […]
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I did not say a little-known tip about growing old. I said OLDER. You will become your father, or heaven forbid, your mother. My actions of late can be attributed to my father. I make noises when I sit. Mostly farting. Grunting/groaning as I get up. You know. That “Uuuuhhhh” noise you make when you rest into the couch
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It’s dark. It’s late. No, it’s early. I’m sitting on the enclosed terrace. Staring at the moon’s reflection off the ocean. No sounds. At this moment, the universe comprises water, sky, stars, and me. Why am I awake at this hour? I refer you to my blog post, 3 AM. I have no answers why
The following piece was written by Rabbi Menachem Katz, who serves as The Aleph Institute’s Director of Military and Prison Outreach. He grew up in Miami Beach, Florida, and graduated from Oholei Torah in 1992. Two years later, he was ordained by Rabbi Farkash and started working for Aleph shortly thereafter I had the opportunity
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Several years ago, I found myself looking for a job. I had lost my position as a Strategic Alliance Manager traveling up and down the Eastern Seaboard working for a large corporation and was faced with the prospect of no income. I was married to a narcissist and had two small children. She refused to
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When I was 10 years old, we took our first family vacation that did not include driving in my dad’s car. Don’t get me wrong, those trips to Plymouth Rock, Cooperstown to see the Baseball Hall of Fame, and the mountains in upstate New York, known as the Borscht Belt, were fun. Although, as the
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When I was seven years old, I liked living in my house and being responsible for nothing. When we traveled, my mother packed for me, unpacked for me, and told me what to wear. At eight, my father informed me if I made my bed every day, he would give me fifty cents every Friday
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“Steve Kaye. Can I help you?” “You free for lunch?” “Oh, gee. Let me check my calendar. I think I can move some things.” “Okay. I’ll see you there at noon.” Click. I hung up the phone, looked at my watch, and exhaled. “Eight-forty-five. Okay, I can walk out of here, see three accounts, grab
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*Mrs. Lesser, my eleventh grade English and Journalism teacher who also made me editor of the school newspaper, would be shaking her head in disbelief if she were to be reading this blog. “An asterisk belongs at the bottom of your paper,” she explained. But then again, she never wrote a blog or texted or
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I’m going out on a limb here but I will say most of us marry with the best of intentions: kids, a dog, a happy, healthy home — and when the kids are older, growing old together. Years ago, I thought of myself as someone who would probably never get married. I thought I was
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