
Our Eyes Blink — A poem for Parsha Vezot Hab’rachah
My son turned eighteen yesterday…

My son turned eighteen yesterday…

Sukkot emphasizes that which we intrinsically know. We go outside and show the world that no matter the environment, we will express our Judaism with pride and joy.

Furstenberg has been an iconic writer and editor in Israeli and American publications for decades, including for the L.A. Jewish Journal, and her death, even at the age of 90, on the eve of Rosh Hashana, deeply moved Jerusalemites who knew her.


In our upside-down world, where truth is murdered by ideology, empathy is not merely lacking: it has been corrupted.

Pete Seeger, a brilliant lyricist, based the song “Turn! Turn! Turn!” on one of the Bible’s books of wisdom, Ecclesiastes, which was just read in synagogues across the globe over the Shabbat of Sukkot.

We do not actually sing the melody exactly as Tanchum wrote it.

There is room for every Jew. No one should be dismissed because his or her gifts have not yet become visible. No one should conclude that his or her contribution does not matter.

Three generations. Two continents. One Brit connecting them all.

The two settings at the center of Sukkot could not be more different: the barren desert and the overflowing harvest.




