I hate Zoom services. It is very difficult for me to join them. Only part of it is the halachic implications. A year of social distancing and self-imposed lockdown has rendered me somewhat more lax than I have been in the past, particularly about electronics use. For me, COVID really hasn’t really touched my life
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My mom grew up on a farm, but I can’t even successfully grow tomatoes. More on this in a second. A friend I think very highly of posted something on her Facebook account, and I generally agreed with the gist, get on up and do something to repair the world. Wholly agree! Where I stopped
Many of us watched a video in which a police officer knelt on a man’s neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds. We watched a man cry out for his dead mother. He was murdered. Say his name. George Floyd. Before I left the Guard, I had the opportunity to mentor a delightful young soldier
July marked exactly 25 years from when I shipped to Fort Benning, Georgia, for One Station Unit Training and Airborne School. Around this time 25 years ago, I was wrapping up the first 8 weeks, getting ready for the next 5 or 6 weeks. If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to
In between this Memorial Day and the last, a former soldier with the 2nd Battalion, 112th Infantry and a veteran of our 2008-2009 OIF mobilization, walked downstairs in his parents’ home, where his mother was eating breakfast, and put a gun to his head. His last words were, “I am in so much pain,” before
I was a little despondent when Nick Isgro was elected to be the Maine GOP’s vice chairman last week. I don’t know him personally, so I can’t say whether I like or dislike him, but I’m troubled any time someone with a profoundly milquetoast resume waxes “tough guy” on social media using a lexicon enjoyed
I cannot say enough that don’t like the nativist streak within the Republican Party. Some if it is absolutely racist, playing on the notion that the swarthy peoples from southern lands are coming here not for a better life, but to join MS-13, rape our husbands, and addict our kittens to drugs. It’s a reality/fact
One of the many reasons I love synagogue is because even in my 40s, congregants still call me “young man.” After my Army Physical Fitness Test last week, I don’t feel like a young man. In what is becoming increasingly common for me, I struggled with and actually failed the 2-mile run. I have good
I watched a video I shouldn’t have today, footage of the carnage of the recent school shooting (“which one?” will be the sadly relevant question months from now). I’ve served in the military for so long partly because I don’t want those kinds of scenes playing out here, especially in our schools. Or at least