Fred and Harold and my dad were like the Marx Brothers. Or the Coen Brothers. Or the Brady Bunch. Or. Or. Or maybe there was nothing like them at all. A team. A pack. A family. A coven. A comedy show. My father loved ‘those boys’ with all his heart, and all his might and…
daily kaddish: memorial day weekend, iii
The third kaddish in a trilogy—for those whom we remember on Memorial Day weekend.
daily kaddish: memorial day weekend, ii
Kaddish #2 in a Memorial Day weekend trilogy: for all those we remember on Memorial Day.
daily kaddish: memorial day weekend, i
First of a kaddish trilogy for Memorial Day Weekend—a Kaddish for all those whom we remember this weekend.
daily kaddish: for galina on shabbes
Recorded live at Mira’s mom’s house with Mira intoning the opening and operating iTalk on my iPhone.
daily kaddish: for galina, on her yahrtzeit
Tonight’s Kaddish is for Galina Lindquist on her Yahrtzeit.
yahrtzeit for galina
your quizzical smile eyes cocked, waiting you say nothing, save ‘why?‘ and they pour out their secrets and you — you collect them and you do them justice but that’s just our business— that’s just our business your fingertips arranging their tales for the ages their children will read you they’ll wish they could find…
daily kaddish: for mira’s grandpa
It took me a while to figure out how to play Mira’s grandpa’s Kaddish.
malkah, magnes, and the military police
Malkah was at the Madrid airport, as wholesome as she could be. She had a husband with her and two squeaky clean children with her. And all their camping gear. And all her archives notes. And all her permissions to conduct research. And she got detained anyway trying to leave the country. It wasn’t the…
daily kaddish: for nona and grandpa
A Kaddish for Mira’s Nona and Grandpa.