To grow dark, gloomy. It’s really a word. But it does sound like something my children made up. Like ‘snory’…a boring story (Benjamin’s word) or ‘lasterday’….anytime before now (Emily’s word). Your assignment for this labor day weekend is to use these words, all 3 of them, in a story, not a snory, and get it published. Anywhere. Here counts. I’ll publish it on my blog. Have a great weekend!

New Orleans….sigh….

New Orleans is a town that has a remarkable ability to capture your heart.  It did mine in a visit of only one week in April this year.  The same way that San Francisco announced itself to my heart as home two decades ago, New Orleans has also claimed me.

When I left New Orleans to board my flight back to San Francisco on April 17, I did as I always do:  stopped at a bookstore.  Gumbo Tales, by Sara Roahen, caught my eye and I’ve been reading it ever since.  If you know me, you’ll know that it never takes me two months to read a book that I’m enjoying.  But in this case, I read it slowly.  Very slowly.  And today I finished the last page.  I was tempted to read the entire bibliography as if it were prose so that the book would last longer.

But it’s over now, and I’ve had to leave New Orleans again.  Along with Sara, who left New Orleans at the end of her story to follow her husband.  With great regret, my connection to New Orleans is severed.

Then I read the back cover.  Sara and her husband moved back to New Orleans the year after they left.  Sara, who I don’t even know and will likely never know, is in New Orleans.  Somehow that makes me really happy.

Gumbo Tales, Finding My Place at the New Orleans Table, by Sara Roahen.  It’s not just about the food, it’s actually only very little about the food but rather more about the table and the people around the table.  I can’t recommend this book highly enough.  I hope that one day I will have the chance to write about New Orleans.

interfaith relationships

I’m going to write an essay about being in an interfaith marriage.  By making a public statement, to all three of you reading, I’m now committed.  There is a woman who is building an anthology and she needs essays by July 1.  I have two months.  So I’m writing an essay.  Feel free to be my cheerleader….

the words

The word torah means teaching.  The Torah comprises the five books of Moses:  Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy.  Words fascinate me, and the choice of words must be quite meaningful.  The Hebrew names of the first five books reference the first word or one of the first words of the named book.  The Hebrew chapter names are chosen the same way.  There are no english chapter names that I’m aware of.  So here are the english and hebrew translations of the five books of Moses:

  • Genesis:  from the Greek means birth or origin
    • B’reisheet: means in the beginning
  • Exodus:  from the Greek meaning departure
    • Sh’mot:  means names
  • Leviticus:  from the Greek relating to the Levites (Levites being the family of Moses, Miriam and Aaron, the Levi family, who were the first High Priests)
    • Vayikra:  means and He called
  • Numbers:  means numbers
    • Bamidbar:  means in the desert
  • Deuteronomy:  from the Greek means second law
    • D’varim:  means things or words

 So we’ll have to see how the words are influenced by the text and vice versa.  The english names are clearly more thematically driven, and the hebrew more textually driven.  I’d love to hear any insight into why this might be the case.  Now, moving on to the end of Exodus….

stop saying I

It’s late and very much time to turn out the lights, but all of your fabulous, and some not so fabulous (like I’m any sort of critic), blogs keep pulling me in.  But if you don’t mind, and maybe you will but that’s okay, can I gripe just a moment?  The blogs that bore are the ones that begin most sentences, and every paragraph anyway, with the word “I”.  Didn’t we all learn in high school english classes not to begin every sentence with “I”?  There’s nearly always a better way.

Gripe over.