03/03/2026
I’m supposed to be in Jerusalem, celebrating Purim with my family.
But this war means that I am instead stuck in New York. It is a deluxe form of stuckness, the heartbreak is all here, and I am awakened by every siren alert that sends my loved ones to the shelter. But it also features very gracious hosting by a dear friend and dinner with another dear friend.
AND, amazingly, the opportunity presented by the good people at to make Every Body Beloved more accessible by spending some time in their recording studio.
Here’s me reading the end of Chapter 4 (and drinking a lychee sangria).
Gilded stuckness! Making sweet and meaningful lemonade from these lemons.