“There is a reason God limits our days. Why? To make each one precious.” Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper As I age, I find that multitasking is becoming increasingly difficult if it was ever truly possible. Can I really do more than one thing at a time and do it well? Can I be present, aware of my choices and the people around me when I divide my attention among multiple tasks? I recently got a very messy answer to that question. I was making a new chocolate sheet cake recipe and

Recently I was invited to join the board of a small nonprofit organization, Sasa Harambee, based in western Kenya. Founded by Carol Carper, a Conifer Rotarian now living full time in Kenya, the nonprofit supports projects that empower local farmers, youth and people with disabilities. The name “Sasa Harambee” means “now we do it together,” reflecting the organization’s collaborative spirit. I was at a bechirah  (choice) point. I valued the organization, yet I wondered whether

One of the Facebook groups I belong to is I Grew Up in Brooklyn .  I joined not to argue; I like to reminisce about Lundy’s, a seafood restaurant with legendary fluffy, buttery biscuits; Ebinger’s bakery with its mouth-watering crumb cake; and the piping hot slice of cheese pizza (15 cents!) on Flatbush Avenue. Unfortunately, like so many Facebook pages, Brooklyn has its share of vitriol. A recent post read, “In your opinion the most evil human being alive today…”  Of course,

(Adapted from an essay I wrote for our synagogue’s enewsletter) When Irv and I moved to Denver in 1970, we had no family here. So, our next-door neighbor kindly invited us for Thanksgiving dinner. And first she asked, “Do Jews celebrate Thanksgiving?” While I appreciated that she was respectful and curious, I was also a little surprised since I had never thought about it before. Family Thanksgiving celebrations had always been a part of my childhood. After Irv and I met, we b