Ruth Goldbas & Ernie Banks, who died old, and Baki, who died young

Four Februarys ago, I attended two funerals in the same week. It was the first time that had happened. A month later I was in New York hanging out with my niece and nephew. My sister had decided to fly down from Edmonton during their spring break, and New York is always a great place … Continue reading Ruth Goldbas & Ernie Banks, who died old, and Baki, who died young

My dad: the rabbi who loved large breasts

My father was very fond of books. Naturally, this is a point of pride for my sister and me. Dad read to us all the time when we were children. He instilled a love of books and writing that has outlived him by decades. He was also very fond of breasts. Large breasts. I hold … Continue reading My dad: the rabbi who loved large breasts

Dontre Hamilton, Tikkun Olam Pie & why I don’t do demonstrations (with update)

Black man killed by white cop. It’s a scenario we’ve seen way too often this year in US cities. Here in Milwaukee, where I live, that story has a particularly sad and horrible twist. Dontre Hamilton was 31 when he died last April. I never met him, but his situation falls within my slice of Tikkun Olam Pie. … Continue reading Dontre Hamilton, Tikkun Olam Pie & why I don’t do demonstrations (with update)

Practical Gothic: an Ancestral Meditation

I like to think I grew up in a practical family, but as I get older, I’m realizing the truth is more that I grew up in a family that liked to think it was merely practical. I’m in the process of working out exactly what to call us. For now, I’m gonna go with … Continue reading Practical Gothic: an Ancestral Meditation