Since the murder of George Floyd, I have heard two voices from the members of Temple Emanuel. 

I realized I had a problem last Friday when I was doing our weekly shopping for Shabbat at Whole Foods—when I saw, and could not resist buying, this large package of 16 toilet paper rolls that we definitely do not need.

There is a very poor neighborhood in Cape Town, South Africa that is regularly terrorized by two rival street gangs.  These gangs literally kill each other and extort, harass, and intimidate townspeople.

There is a nurse in Florida who lives in a town that is blessed not to have much Covid-19 activity.  When she heard about the surge happening in our Commonwealth this week, she decided to help.

One of the consequences of our surreal season has been greater clarity about what really matters in life.  I hear that again and again—what really matters—from people in various stages of life.

Let’s play the word game known as opposites.  I give you a word, you give me the opposite.

What is the meaning that we are supposed to make of the fact that your Bat Mitzvah has coincided with a pandemic?

Do you know somebody, or are you somebody, who walks around carrying a heavy weight?  It could be a secret.  It could be a regret.  It could be a mistake.  It could be a broken relationship.

Once upon a time there was a woman named Olivia who was married to her husband Lee.  They lived in Los Angeles in a neighborhood known as Pacific Palisades.  They were blessed to have two sons.  

What do the late Philip Roth, one of the greatest writers of our time, and Steph Curry, one of the greatest basketball players of our time, have in common?