Tag Archives: pico blvd

Meltdown

I have a friend who wants to convert to Judaism. I arrange for her to meet me at shul Friday night. "Can I wear pants?" she asks. Yeah. "Can I drive?" Yeah. "Do I have to cover my arms?" No. … Continue reading

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Keyboard Warrior Returns To Shul

I’m tired of being mad and sad. Yeah, a cold cruel wind blows through Pico-Robertson, but I’m leaving the hovel. Friday evening. I walk up Pico Blvd as a driven leaf. Brittle. Fragile. Alone. I enter shul and begin to … Continue reading

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I Skulk By Rabbi Weil

Wednesday afternoon. Primal scream. Primal Scream. Primal scream. EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! F00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000k! Frustration. Anger. Rage. Frustration. Isolation. Depression. Force down three slices of peanut-butter covered raisen bread toast. Shower. Put on my Yom Kippur game face. Drink five glasses of water. Pop … Continue reading

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A Lonely Space

So I was feeling quite alone Friday night as I strode home from shul. I ran into four 18-year old Israeli girls who’d just arrived two days ago and were looking for their Shabbat dinner hosts. I didn’t know where … Continue reading

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I Hope This Isn’t My Last Blog Post

I got a hair cut this afternoon at Supercuts on Pico near Rexford. I asked for it to be short on the front and sides and to be left long in the back. The lady cut it short all the … Continue reading

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