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like an addiction, it’s hard to stop—

I can’t quite take the pictures down. Can’t quite stop staring at them. Can’t call it an altar exactly, but I know others do. Others have. And others will.  How do we stop mourning and put the pictures away? And the candles. And the little mementos and ritual objects that surround those photos that remind […]

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daily kaddish: back to stunts again

I’m back to stunts alone again tonight. I’m in training to play the opening lines of kaddish while lying on my back, and I’m having trouble figuring out how to do this without exacerbating a finger injury.

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daily kaddish: on Mira’s dad’s birthday

Thank you, Mira, for tonight, and for joining me in this project. It’s an honor to be here with you. May the Tzaddik rest in peace.

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kaddish in two-part harmony the rebbe's queer daughters

the tzaddik’s dollar — 1.1.4

The rebbe sighed frequently when he thought of the enigma of his daughter the so-called Yesodite, but in the end he felt that this too must surely be exactly as it should, and that Vavah, too, must needs be perfect in every way, and that any fault in her lay primarily in his own blindness […]

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binah in silence — intro — 1.1.2

The twin sephirot, as their father the rebbe liked to call them, were twenty-four when our story begins.  And their younger sisters, like clockwork, manifested themselves each precisely two years younger than the previous, all managing, and despite the vagaries of the lunar calendar, to emerge into the world on the first day of Nisan.  […]

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essays kaddish in two-part harmony the rebbe's queer daughters

introduction — the rebbe’s queer daughters — 1.1.1

  Tell me the tale, she insisted, and so at last I did. And hungrily she wrote it all down, as she thought she ought. For her daughters, and her daughters’ daughters she dedicates this tale.    Il mundo si esta kimando in braza biva, y tu estas durmiendo endriva de’l buz The world is […]

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the man in the pink suit

When the family lived in Los Angeles, the tzaddik showed early signs of what was to come.  Only it was a bit more theatrical down there in Southern California. The tzaddik produced an opera, believe it or not—the opera David, by Darius Milhaud—at the Hollywood Bowl. He even borrowed back the bible story engravings that […]

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kaddish, pain, and ascension

I was very moved by Erin’s kaddish for the old Bay Bridge — which, of course, wasn’t about the bridge at all.  And I thought, oy, what a can of worms this kaddish has opened.  Daily kaddish may well be harmful to the health, I thought.  Every day you are in mourning, focusing on that […]