Paper Cut—Brit Milah

Mar Abramowitz did not attend services in our temple. With a dozen or so other Ashkenazi refugees from Eastern Europe he worshiped in a tiny downtown loft that was said, by those who had never been…

Although a beautiful shock of golden hair swings across her forehead And love finds nourishment in her eyes The chaste Susannah never strays from the right path And harbors not one thought without…

It is not enough to see a statue. A statue has to be sensed with the fingertips. In our imagination we touch the statue, caress it, examine its rounded and hollow surfaces, and by doing so our sense…