eve of Jewish New Year

I am trying to feel “Happy New Year” when so much hate is creeping across the land. After all, I know so many good people. Even my workshop members who I drive batty.

I got another call begging me to write or call my senator about health care. Done that 2 or 3 times already. I guess that I will take a page from my elders’ notebook and do it again--even if I don’t think they are listening. On Facebook, I pasted a phrase from Sh’ma which came, the essayist says, from Kotzker Rebbe: “Only God can fix the world using broken tools”.

So here I am, broken. Use me well.


Tonight begins a new year.