It is as if our tattooed millennials are trying to make themselves sacred creatures fallen to earth: beings who wear the secrets of the universe—known to the few—on their thighs, on their arms. They are gnostics trapped in narcissism. Here’s something a sixty-three year old man thinks about. Once, girls in their summer dresses filled [...]
We have debts to each other. Debts unto death. Debts that survive every desecration. Debts that knit a common world, a common life… I’m at Chesed Shel Emeth cemetery where vandals have scattered gravestones over the Jewish dead. The stones were tossed with twisted discipline, one to the right, one to the left, making the [...]
Here’s something a sixty-three year old man thinks about. Once, girls in their summer dresses filled the sidewalks each June. Their bare arms and shoulders would flash out of halter straps and their legs would strut past hems set well above the knees. Just to look at those girls—the bright, cotton colors of their dresses, [...]