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"I'm tired of urban living," I had become accustomed to repeating to friends and family, "and I wonder when I will get fed up, pack my bags, and head to a farm." My escapes from Boston to the countryside are a regular habit, as I seek out abundant professional and personal excuses to breathe fresh rural air, have long conversations on porches, turn off screens, and get working with my hands. So, last week, I headed down to the inaugural …Continue
On Nov. 27, I will proudly drive to New York for Thanksgivukkah, powered by vegetable oil that I collect and filter through Patriot Earth Fuel, a (very) small business I operate in Boston. This year, as happens about every 80,000 years, the first day of Hanukkah will coincide with Thanksgiving dinner. The Hanukkah story affirms conservation values, with one day’s worth of oil lasting for eight. Thanksgiving, in turn,…Continue
I finished my run and approached my house, where I discovered pine boughs in a large heap—about three feet tall, 10 feet long, and five feet wide. In the heavy rain, their needles glistened as I soaked in the fresh smell filling the yard. The town of Brookline had kindly dropped off branches for our sukkah; I live at Moishe Kavod House of Washington Square, and our tiny upstairs porch will be hosting a community…Continue
When Reverend Ray Hammond preaches, he electrifies the room. I saw lightning strike when he started his sermon with Ephesians 6:10-20. So did 10 people sitting with me. Usually, it takes more than an announcement of reference numbers to deliver revelation to a motley crew of Jews, Evangelicals, and Humanists at 9:30 AM on a Sunday morning. I looked down the row at my friend and colleague Chad; his eyes were as big as mine, looking right back at me.
It was the final day of a week-long…Continue