Around 1971, a couple years after my grandfather died, I heard my father was looking for a rabbi who would officiate over a wedding between my grandfather’s brother, Lew, and my Grandmother, Betty. The two of them were already in their seventies, the children of immigrants, raised Jewish in the…

A welcome to all who’ve assembled today To honor His Badness, Madame Blobovsky, some would say For he’s turning the corner and entering a new decade With a head full of hair and a spiked lemonade It’s no easy feat to be toasting this man Who could talk a cold…

I’m walking beside them in Pompeii. We’re tourists of course.  I’m thirteen, big lips, blue blazer, man’s trench coat, pair of beginner balls dangling. Every so often, kneeling to touch the ground, I pick something up — keys, coins, a ticket to the locker my mother keeps her superstitions in.What’re…

All that lies about us is foreign to us yet here we are, come together, and closer will we come. In the early sixties growing up, I spent a good deal of time imagining my little suburban neighborhood three hundred years earlier when only animals and indigenous people populated the…

In the late 1980s, Marv Weisbord, a pioneer in the field of organizational development began to develop from group psychology theories and his experience in business a process or technology for bringing disparate, often contentious groups together to act in coordination toward loftier, often previously obscured objectives. Marv and his…