Pursuit for Equality in a Democracy

One Day at a Time.   For the Rest of Our Lives.    I will share my spoon.   As we eat ice cream on the couch.     One day at a time.    For the rest of our lives.    I promise to hold your hand.    On sunset strolls on the beach.    Or walking down the street.      One day at a time.    For the rest of our lives.   I promise that you can push the cart.   Whether we are at Publix or a village shop.      One day at a time.   For the rest of our lives.    I will lend an ear.    When you need to talk.   Or give you, my shoulder.   When your blue eyes well up with tears.      One day at a time.   For the rest of our lives.    I will treat you with kindness.    And the respect you deserve.      For you stole my heart.    From the moment we met.    As you greeted me w...

  It was an early March Day in Michigan.   Giggles, laughter, and learning could be heard.   Throughout the hallways of the Hebrew school.   In a synagogue north of Detroit.      Darkness and evil filled the air.   As a man tried his best to cause harm and pain in there.    But G-d’s light shone through.   The angels prevented the unthinkable.   And all the children went home.     But that is not the case for all.    Children taken from their homes and schools.   Armed men.   With no soul.    Snatching one after the other.     Symbols of their hate left behind.    A ski cap here. A backpack there.    Those children are not home.      Neither are the ones.    Whom the angels escorted to heaven.    Victims of the horrors of war and disease.   Throughout G-d’s planet.      Those who have decided.   To h...

  My long-time therapist asked me during our last session this week what I thought of Trump and Netanyahu initiating the war with Iran the weekend prior. I have had the same therapist for the last six and a half years. She told me that I am one of the few people whom she values opinions on political and world issues. My therapist was a little surprised at my response assuming that I would be supportive being that Iran has been the main sponsor of Hamas and Hezbollah’s terror attacks against Israel. This led me to the question of should American Jews, especially liberal ones, support this war?   As with anything that involves President Trump and Benjamin Netanyahu, nothing is cut and dry. No one is upset that the Ayatollah and his top lieutenants and advisors are deceased, but the question must be asked, “Why Now?” According to our own intelligence agencies and others, Iran was nowhere near to having a functional nuclear weapon, despite the claims of Trump and Netanyahu. Videos...

The morning sun shines through the window.   Lighting up the side of my son’s face.    He sleeps peacefully.    Still making out his baby face.    Eleven years has come and gone.    Memories flash in my mind.   Suddenly bring a tear to my eye.    What does his future hold?   For this boy with a big imagination.   And a heart of gold.    Wishing I could visit the worlds his mind creates.    Universes filled with heroes, villains, gods and goblins.   A never-ending battle for good to survive over evil.    My deep thought is broken.    As Evan wakes.   Sitting Up.   He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.   And says, “Good morning, Dad. I love you.”   Giving him a hug, I reply,   “I love you too.”    “For now, ever, and always.”   

  The America I know would not have elected a convicted criminal as President.   The America I know would have leaders who put the Constitution first.    The America I know would have leaders who condemn white supremacy and all hate speech.   The America I know would not turn its back on longtime allies.    The America I know would not turn its back on her own people.    The America I know would happily tout her “melting pot” reputation.    The America I know wouldn’t forget that “All Men and Women Are Created Equal.”   The America I know would not have a leader kowtow to authoritarians.    The America I know would not deploy masked police into her cities.    The America I know would not kidnap her own citizens and residents no matter their color.    The America I know would remember due process.    The America I know would not rip a five-year-old from his home.    The America I...

The snow lightly falls on the icy streets.   Citizens out braving the cold.   Anger grows.   Their bravery even more.    Brown and Black neighbors snatched.   In broad daylight.   And the thick of night.      Car windows smashed.   Bodies bruised and battered.    While smoke fills the winter air,    Children cry from tear gassed in their eyes.    “Papers! Papers! Where are your papers!”   Ring throughout Minnesota’s streets!   ICE hearts are frozen.   And hatred clouds their minds.      Above the chaos.   An innocent soul floats.   A young mother taken too soon.    Her life will not be in vain.    For G-d’s love will reign.