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It has always been easy for me to know how old the United States is. I was a “Bicentennial Baby,” born in 1976. Add 200 to my age, and you get the age of the country. With God’s help, I’ll turn 50 in May, and my country, in turn, will be 250 in July. I don’t know about you, but to me it doesn’t feel like a very happy birthday year for the nation. Two and a half centuries ago, Thomas Jefferson and his comrades, however imperfectly, planted into the Western world’s collective political consciousness the ideas of human equality and government by the consent of the governed. (As David Graeber and David Wengrow demonstrate in their wonderful The Dawn of Everything, Jefferson and his European...

Before my recent weeklong retreat, I was worried about a few things. As I wrote recently, being off the grid for that long is a significant absence for all involved, a rehearsal of death. So I was worried about the effect that would have on my family. And I was a little worried about being away from work for a week. But those were ultimately not major sources of concern. What had me really...

A pretty cool moment occurred the other day while I was walking the dog. It was a sunny but cold day and I was listening to a talk by Gil Fronsdal about Metta practice (Pali for lovingkindess, or perhaps what we would call Hesed). All fairly normal—for me, at any rate. Early on in the talk, Gil uttered a casual line that, probably without intending it, lit me up. He observed that it generally...

Last Shabbat fell on the tenth day of the Hebrew month of Marcheshvan, exactly a month after the tenth of Tishrei—which is better known as Yom Kippur. And while it was entirely a coincidence that last Shabbat was the culmination of a weeklong silent retreat I attended at the Insight Retreat Center in Santa Cruz, CA, the voice of Albert Einstein is chuckling inside my head, saying, "Coincidence...

By the time you read this, I'll be several days into a weeklong silent meditation retreat. Full disclosure: This isn't a Jewish retreat. It's at the Insight Meditation Center in the mountains above Santa Cruz, California, and it's being led by Gil Fronsdal, a teacher I've come to deeply appreciate and learn from. That may come as a bit of a surprise. Why is the head of the Institute for Jewish...

One morning this week, on a visit to New York, I was walking down Broadway on Manhattan's Upper West Side, en route to a fundraising meeting. A significant part of my job involves offering wealthy people the opportunity to support our work at IJS, and in this case I was headed to the apartment of one such person—who, I hasten to add, is not only a wonderful supporter, but also, unsurprisingly, a...

Perhaps, like me, you shed tears this week. My first tears came as I watched video of the living Israeli hostages reunited with their families. I wept along with Einav Zangauker, one of the most outspoken advocates for the hostages, as she repeatedly cried out, "Chaim sheli!" "My life!" while embracing her son Matan. I cried as the father of Yosef-Chaim Ohana finished saying his prayers and...

When I ask how the day is going, my friend Marvin, who is older and much wiser than me, often likes to say, "Good—so far." By which he means something like: The day isn't over yet, and while thankfully things have been good so far this day, who knows what might come next. In the world of Torah, we generally associate the question "Who knows?" with Mordechai, who uses those very words to...

The emotional summit of my spiritual year comes at the end of Yom Kippur. The liturgy for that moment is utterly unique, something we do at no other time of the year: Responsively crying out the Shema and then, seven times, "Adonai hu haelohim," "YHVH is God." Then, when we've reached the peak, the shofar sounds for a final time and we break out into an ecstatic dance as we sing, "L'shanah...

As I was walking to shul on Rosh Hashanah morning, I did some personal accounting ('tis the season and all). My first "High Holiday gig" was blowing shofar in our minyan in Ann Arbor around age 14. The first time I led Rosh Hashanah Musaf was at the Hebrew Home for the Aged in New Haven in the fall of 1999, and I've continued doing that in various places nearly every year since. But then it...

Reading my friend Jane Eisner's wonderful new biography of Carole King, I learned about the Brill Building, which sits at 49th and Broadway in Manhattan and, in the 1960s, was the center of the American pop music world. There was King herself, of course, but reading through the list of songwriters and bands that centered around the building one gets the sense of just how extraordinary a place it...