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10 Aug

The role of a leader is to defend, redeem, preach and govern.

A leader cannot point the way. A teacher just can’t teach. A leader must have intuition, empathy and know how to delegate, giving guidance in a way the recipient will absorb and digest. A leader must observe, be merciful knowing when a lamb is thirsty needing to drink.

The role of a leader is to nurture. When a person leaves their faith they are as if the lamb that ran from Moses to water to drink. A person leaving their faith thirsts for meaning in life.

The true leader will walk with his protege, re-fill their depleted faith, be their defender, the ultimate sacrifice.

Moses learned a lesson in leadership. Moses faith was depleted.  Moses lacked the esteem to believe the people would hear his message.

God revealed himself. God refilled Moses depleted faith. Moses didn’t feel worthy. Moses said , “Who am I?” God said to His protege, “I will be with you.”

Moses said, “no.” Moses knew he wasn’t going to be the person to lead the Israelite in to the Promised Land.  Moses knew he wasn’t worthy. So, Moses said the people needed to be spoken to and that he, Moses, had a speech impediment.

Moses begged God to send someone else to get the job done.
Moses knew the Israelites would be exiled again. Moses knew the temple destroyed.  Moses knew the future of Israel.

So, God gave Moses a test, the burning bush. Seven days, seven nights, Moses resisted that test that teaches us that while leaders can be born, Leaders can be made, that a true leader takes a lifetime of tutoring, the Leadership lesson from Moses .



26 May

MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND has become a weekend of barbecue and bikes, in DC.

I chose to celebrate my MEMORIAL MINUTE with earnest, attending a 6th&I Friday night service dedicated to veterans and loved heroes lost at war. I had showed up a week earlier, last Friday. I determined to return, to say ‘thank you for your service’ and ‘thank you for your sacrifice.’ The unorthodox service, Downtown DC, meets the fourth Friday of each month. Larry, the leader’s practice, each Friday he leads his congregation, is to read out the names of the Fallen. Larry said he has been doing this five years now. Larry saw someone else list the dead. Larry committed to honoring heroes ages 19-40’s, each one a pause for tears.

For all the naysayers, Jews dont serve. They do. Just walk amongst the headstones at Arlington Cemetery. Stars of David dot the crowns of the white tablets, each tablet looking like 1/2 of the Ten Commandment, two tablets. Present at the ceremony were a father and mother from Florida and a teeny bent woman with two young men and her girl. Whoosh. She reminded me of my mom, my family, our loss I shared with her after Adon Olam, Lord Of The Universe.

She held me hand as I shared our loss, why Memorial Day is important to me. She said ‘you understand. I dont need to explain. They,’ sweeping her hand towards the exiting congregants, ‘they dont get it.’ They dont. I agreed. And I shared with her my words of comfort given to me at the time of our loss ‘He is missed.’ Three words that speak volumes. And I shared my reality gifted to us within 30 days of our loss, ‘people will tell you to move forward. You will but you wont. You are changed forever. It can be a gift. Or not.’

The gathered were present for kavanah, devotion, introspection. My hostest was Joyce, the congregation leader’s vivacious wife I had fortune to sit next to on the pew bench upstairs. Larry shared Sixth and I history. He had no way of knowing my moment in it, my photo on the wall gallery downstairs, my memories of Abe Pollin, my association with Shelton Jackson and with Doug Jemal. When Larry asked had I been here at 6th and I before. I smiled. With too much history to share, I said, yes, I was there when the Synagogue that became a Church became a Synagogue again.

My dinner mate was an Episcopalian Gay who loved shule and Jews and couldnt understand much of what I don’t understand about the world. I relished how he looked in my eyes as we spoke. I shared with him I had stopped by the FRC Watchmen Conference earlier that day where a pastor engaged with me on the conversation of Gays and Faith, BSA and bullying. My dinner mate and I were in synch. All I could think of was the dialogue is shifting. The loudest voices being heard could probably use therapy to work through their issues as this delicious man is NOT being spoke for by them. Nor was the couple, both wearing yarmulkehs. They were not a the Memorial Weekend sabbath as activists. They were there as Jews steeped in their faith.

So when a friend sent me a forward, in Memory of Rabbi Noah Weinberg, of blessed memory, dean and founder of Aish HaTorah International, a man who for 50 years his visionary educational programs brought hundreds of thousands of Jews closer to their heritage, I thought his words are in tribute to those we lost & love:

Way #13: Think About It  by Rabbi Noah Weinberg

We sometimes make snap decisions. Or we may mull over decisions for too long. Become skilled at the happy medium of good decision-making. Imagine walking on a tightrope high above Niagara Falls. As you inch along, you see a maniac coming at you from behind. No longer are you just concerned about falling to either side, you also have to make sure the maniac doesn’t catch you! In a sense, life is the same way. Every step we make has real consequences – yet we have to continue to move forward. People want immediate results and tend to lack patience when it comes to making decisions. People may even throw themselves into a certain decision – for better or for worse – just to get the decision out of the way. Others may excessively mull over decisions, lacking the confidence to come to the right conclusion. Whatever the case, decisions can come back and haunt us. And we wonder: “Why didn’t I think this through better?” Take note of how you make decisions. Do you deliberate and consider the weight of important issues? Or is it impulsive and without thought of consequence? Or do you simply shrug your shoulders and make a decision out of ignorance?

Way #13 is Bi-yishuv – literally “by sitting.” Life has decisions to be made at every moment. So don’t be hasty. Slow down. Examine all the aspects. Reflect. Deliberate. Make the best decisions you can, but don’t get so wrapped up in yourself that you’re afraid to commit to a final decision. These techniques will help you solve problems that inevitably arise in career, marriage, and parenting. And once you do make your decision, you’ll move forward with confidence, knowing it was the best decision possible.


“Deliberation” means to ponder insights, events, ideas – whatever we encounter in life. Let things lie for a while, then go back and mull them over. The Sages say that whatever you encounter, study it four times. This process is likened to the act of planting – because wisdom is for the soul what food is for the body.

  1. PLOWING – The first time you go over an idea, try to figure it out. That’s “breaking up the soil.”
  2. PLANTING – The second time, the idea begins to make sense. You’re “putting seeds into the ground,” planting it into yourself.
  3. HARVESTING – The third time, you come to an experiential and intellectual understanding. It’s “reaping the wheat.”
  4. DIGESTING – The fourth time, you integrate the idea into your life. It “nourishes” your soul and is now part of you.

We all want to achieve great things with minimum effort. A great sage said: “A person wants to become great overnight, and get a good night’s sleep, too!” Realize that true growth is a long process. That’s why deliberation is an important tool, because it forces you to slow down, exercise patience, and stretch the limits of your powers. With everything you want to achieve – and the short time you have to do so – taking time to deliberate is the best investment you’ll ever make.



Before going to sleep, look back and review the events of your day. Try to identify what you learned. Then project toward the future. Anticipate what you expect to encounter the following day, week, or month. Set a schedule to review your life regularly. In Judaism, the appointed times are every week before Shabbat, every month before Rosh Chodesh, and every year before Rosh Hashana. You can also do this before a birthday, graduation, wedding or other milestone. Do this consistently for the rest of your life. Deliberate on what you’ve done in the past, and what you hope for the future. Without this, you’re just running aimlessly through life. Sure, you’ll eventually end up someplace – but you won’t be happy and you won’t know how you got there.


We all have an occasional flash of truth: moments when we realize what it means to be a friend, what we are doing wrong, what we really want out of life. We may think the moment of realization has changed us. But often the moment is lost. Because unless we concretize the insight, we’ll never act on it, and the effect dissipates altogether. The next time you get a great insight, stop. Freeze. Don’t move. Think about what the insight means in the overall scheme of things. And figure out how to put it into practice. Imagine you encounter the suffering of poor people and are moved to tears. If you want to help, you’ll need to structure a careful, detailed plan. Otherwise, all your good intentions are unlikely to amount to anything.


We all have ups and downs, good days and bad days. Hasty reactions are a defense mechanism, and usually not the most effective one. If we’re not on guard, we can act impulsively. Criticism has a way of getting under our skin and making us attack the source of the criticism. So before you react, give yourself a chance to consider the comment, what it really means, and if perhaps there’s some validity to it. As King Solomon says: “Don’t be quick to respond.” When someone hurts or insults you, wait before you react. You’re naturally on the defensive. Be careful not to say anything you’ll later regret. Before you start shouting, pause. Catch a hold of yourself and count to 10. Similarly, when someone asks you a question, think before you answer. Don’t be afraid to say “I don’t know.” When asked for your point of view, learn to say, “I’m not sure,” or “It seems to me…” In the long run, you’ll gain respect.


If it’s not worth mulling over, it’s not worth studying in the first place. Because all that information may just overload and confuse you. When you hear or read something, train yourself to sum up the central point in a few words. If you don’t take the time to think over what you’ve learned, you’re viewing the world blindly through someone else’s eyes. Next, examine the implications of the new idea. It helps to have a list of standard probing questions like:

  • Is the source objective?
  • What is the evidence cited?
  • What aspects don’t I understand?
  • What are the implications/consequences of this for my life?

Asking these questions will sharpen your analytical abilities, and will help you apply what you learn.

Next, take a piece of paper and write out the pros and cons. This gets the ball rolling in a constructive direction. Even though it may seem like this process will slow you down, once you master the technique, it will become more automatic. Then you’ll be able to analyze things with lightning speed, and make better, faster decisions.


You need to distinguish between “reality” and “moods.” Deliberating before you confront a problem will enable you to act with greater confidence when the problem does arise. So before you enter a situation that could backfire – a job interview, a family gathering, etc. – consider in advance what you’ll have to confront, and practice for it. Role-play in front of a mirror (or with a friend) and prepare catch-phrases that – in the heat of the moment – keep you focused. When you’re prepared, you’re confident. And then no one will be able to pull the rug out from under your feet.


Did you ever go to sleep with a problem and then wake up with a solution? To gain clarity, you sometimes have to walk away from a situation and then come back to it later. If you feel yourself coming up empty, take a break for while and come back refreshed. You are more clever and resourceful than you give yourself credit for. Solutions may jump right out at you the next time around. Over time, we get answers. So stick with it. Ask others for advice. Ask God to help. The clarity will come.


  • We all want greatness. It takes time and hard work to achieve it.
  • When you reach an impasse, pause and analyze. Deal with the problem. Don’t look for the quick, easy solution.
  • Careful reflection ensures a much wiser response than an impulse reaction.
  • To know what you’re living for, take the time to think it through. Otherwise you could end up with a very superficial life.
  • And, when things look the bleakest, do the Daily thing- take TWO TABLETS and call HIM in the morning.


GODS CAKE a mothers recipe shared with her daughters:

15 Apr

My mom sent me this recipe for life. Take a piece




Sometimes we wonder, ‘What did I do to deserve this?’ or

‘Why did God have to do this to me?’ Here is an explanation!

A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she’s failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, The daughter says, ‘Absolutely Mom, I love your cake.’
‘Here, have some cooking oil,’ her Mother offers.
‘Yuck’ says her daughter.
‘How about a couple raw eggs?’ ‘Gross, Mom!’
‘Would you like some flour then?
Or maybe baking soda?’
‘Mom, those are all yucky!’

Her mom answered:  ‘Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves.
But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!
God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful! God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and
a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He’ll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.”


Life may not be the party we hoped for.

While we are here we might as well dance!


13 Mar

The important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and what you love to do

If everything else was lost and they remained,

your life would still be full.

If you spent all your time and energy on small stuff you’d never have room for the things that are most important to your happiness.


Spend time with your children

Spend time with your parents

Visit with grandparents

Take your spouse out to dinner.

Play another 18 rounds of golf
 Take care of the golf balls first – the things that matter.

There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.

Set your priorities


No matter how full your life may seem,

Recognize what is important in your life.  

There is always time for Beers with a friend


16 Feb

Isaac, Yitzchak, was a man with a talent for writing stories that teach. IT CAN ONLY GET WORSE is a learning lesson of how good life can be, we just don’t know it. My talent for storytelling came from my professor at Stern College for Women. Yup. I am a Stern girl, a YU or as we would joke, a Y ME girl. I attended Yeshiva University’s Manhattan campus, dorming down on 34th Street, walking to studies over on Lex as we called it fit in with the NYC fashionistas. Truth be told- Stern Girls wearing long sleeves and even longer skirts never quite made New York’s Fashion grade. Heck, we were in college. We didnt care. We did it our way- frumskie style. 

My professor was Peninah Schram. I could sit and listen to her weave a life lesson in a way words would be remembered- artfully. Years later I reached out to her at a time my life was twisted into itself. I was soaked in so much pain the steps it took for me to make it from the cab to the cafe screamed shades of this story below. Life is about pulling out the pain that smothers us, one layer of truthS at a time. Peninah hadnt changed, to my eyes. OK, the hair was silver- fitting crown for a Queen amongst women. I had become that tip-a-truck I would tease others about. But yet that day, we gave each other a gift that was priceless. I gifted Peninah words I think every educator wants to hear from a student- “you rocked my world. Thank you.” Peninah told me she had felt way back in the days of Methusaleh when she taught me that I would be someone. I had skills. I was blanketed in a world that told me I didnt. YET, Peninah’s artful way of writing stayed with me over the decades (grin- forever 22 so not that long.) I frustrated the hell out of my National Journalism Center teachers in that I got the idea of Nut Graph et al I just didnt write Nut Graph et al. I wrote lessons that after someone walked away it would hit them OHHHHH that is what she means. Yup, I told stories for retelling and taking ownership of. So, Mr. Singer, forgive me for writing your story with a dash of Carrie or Cara or whomever…. Thank you Peninah for my present of me. And now…. Isaac’s story as he would never tell it…..

My TELLING OF ISAAC BALSHEVIS SINGER’s IT CAN ONLY GET WORSE:   The man came to the Rabbi, all tzedroit, ferklempt, fermacht- yinglish lesson here- he was ripping his hair out of his head. His wife was driving him crazy. She said their house was too small. The poor man was bending over backwards to please a woman he could not please. The Rabbi stroked his beard and stroked his beard and…. You get the picture… until the man said: Rabbi, enough beard lengthening!!!! WHAT CAN I DO!!!!

The Rabbi leaned in to the man and said: Go home and bring the cow into the house. This being Eastern Europe back in shtetl days, cows were part of the equation, fitting perfectly in to this creative retelling of Singer’s classic story.

The man said: Rabbi!!!! Are you crazy? Cant you hear what she is doing to me now? Cant you see what she will do to me when I bring the cow into the house? It can only get worse!!

The Rabbi said: You came asking for my help? Either you want my help or you don’t. God gives us the ability to make choices. You choose.

The man grumbled, went home and led the heifer from the yard in to the house. Well, talk about World War TWENTY. Pots and pans flew. Anything that wasn’t tied down flew. The man ducked and dived. His wife shrieked: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I thought you went to ask the Rabbi advice and you bring me THIS? A COW? In THE HOUSE? It can only get worse!!

The man said: BUT THE RABBI SAID…!!

The week went on. Things got worse. His wife grumbled more. The cow got in the way. Their floor was dotted with cow puckies. Every so often the 3rd stomach in the cow’s belly did what cow bellies do- peppering the air with cow burps and the stench of hay, grass or whatever she ate. And if the man and his wife were quick enough, her pee hit the bucket not the floor, the case if the man and his wife did not get there in time. Well, as if this wasn’t predictable, the man was back at the Rabbi’s by week end.

The man said: RABBI!!! I brought the cow in to the house. It didn’t make things better. It made THINGS WORSE!!!! It can only get worse!!

The Rabbi leaned in to the man and said: Go home. Now bring the horse into the house. This being Eastern Europe back in shtetl days, horses, mules, chickens and sheep were part of the equation, fitting perfectly in to this creative retelling of Singer’s classic story.

The man went home. The second week, as per Rabbi’s directions, he brought the horse into the house. When his wife’s screaming got untenable, he would go back to Rabbi for advice. Eventually, the whole yard full of animals was now inside their house. The man and his wife could barely squeeze around their room. They wore clothes pins on their noses to keep the farm animal smells out. They smelled of horse and cow and sheep and mule and chicken and, no, not pig (Rabbis means kosher) remember. 

The man’s wife was threatening to rearrange his body parts if he did not go back to the Rabbi for a solution. The man ran as fast as his wife could chase him pleading: Rabbi, rabbi. You have to help me. You got me in to this you have to help me. It can only get worse!!

The Rabbi stroked his beard and stroked his beard and…. You get the picture. The man cried: Rabbi, enough with the making your beard longer. What can I do? It can only get worse!!

Rabbi leaned in to the man and said: Go home and take ALL the animals outside of the house. 

The man said: Rabbi, that’s all.

Rabbi stroked his beard, smiled a hint. His eyes twinkled.

The man ran home. He shooed all the animals out in to their yard. His wife was standing behind him with an iron pot in hand. Who knows, maybe her idea was to make sure her husband stayed in the yard, too. The house emptied of animals, the wife looked around her home and beamed. The man came in from the yard, thinking he was banished to the dog house for life. He saw his wife beaming. He smiled too. The man and his wife danced a kezatzki for joy in their now empty home that felt like a mansion… relishing in the wisdom of their Rabbi who knew their home was a mansion, they just needed to see this.

And in writing this classic, I see me that I lost somewhere along life’s journey of high roads and low roads. Just seeking middle ground.