In a world of relative freedom and integration, we are all Jews by choice, a life-long journey. 1 March 2014 by Todd. At the end of exile comes the cloud, the in-dwelling presence of YHWH, the. But the patterns that emerge in the text possibly point to a metaphor for the struggle to draw forth,. Into the everyday world of work and life. Limited to the priests? .

Every two-weeks, a post about life lessons learned while walking the road less traveled. There is never trash in our car. Or maybe it was just having learned early on how much of life was messy and beyond my control. But the inside of my car? The other day, .

Praise for Treat Me Nice. Extract from No Money Honey. Entertainingly mixes music and politics.

10 Important Lessons I have learned from and since the breakup. A Star on the Forehead. The past several months have been emotionally tumultuous for me. After almost 3 years living with Ex, he asked me to move out when I confronted him with my suspicions of his extracurricular activities. I was in shock! There were no conversations about trying to work things out. There was nothing! I was devastated and wondering what had just happened! .

Tribute to Old Man and the Sea. My father, Joseph Labi, 88, always loved the sea. As a child in Benghazi, Libya, he frequented the seaport and watched boats sail in and out of the Italian, Fascist-controlled harbor. Joseph and wife Yvonne today. Joseph Labi at 15 in Italian village. Joseph, at far left, honored by Special Combat Forces. My older daughters in America, Michelle and Vanessa, a.

Kosher Style, Treif Style, Jewish Style. Last weekend I was once again obliged to attend the bar-mitzvah of some child I had never met. Happily it was the great nephew of my dear friend Moshe, so at least I had someone to whom I could complain about the catering. For the not-so-religious Jew kosher-style catering comes in at a fraction of the price of the supervised version, and guests can enjoy meat that looks and taste just like the real halachic thing.

The Music, Poetry and Writings of Thurstan Bassett. Asymp; Leave a comment. 8216;And I in my dreams, behold the Hesperides. My life has been a questing voyage. In search of the golden apples. They lie beyond the Western realms. Or somewhere there afar,. In oceans where the great winds blow. And burns the Evening Star. The air is full of music there. And laughter soft and clear,.

I had challenged myself to complete my yearly goal of writing 52 posts in 52 weeks and to write a 50K novel. So, today is D day. The first blogger is the wonderful Diane from Hometogo232. Hopefully the next year will be even better.