Kol Nidre 5786 The Door We Closed
I love a good gadget. Always have.
When I was thirteen, I spent my Bar Mitzvah money on an Intellivision game console. I loved it. Later came the Palm Pilot—remember those? My brother had a bag phone — you…know…doctors! Then came the iPod, and in 1994, after a particularly bad blizzard in New Jersey, I was allowed to buy a Motorola flip phone—the kind where you had to pull out the antenna by hand.
Yom Kippur Morning 5786 The Door to Redemption: Walking Toward What Still Can Be
I’ve always been amazed by how powerful music is when it comes to memory. You can sing your favorite song faster than you can speak it. And when that one song comes on the radio — the one you haven’t heard in years — it all comes rushing back. The melody, the lyrics, the feeling. It’s just there.