The phone rang about an hour ago.
I picked it up and heard my friend's voice saying "Raizy, all our childhood icons are dying."
"I know", I said. "I heard about Farrah Fawcett."
She hesitated. "Michael Jackson just died, too."
I gasped. "Get outta here. Really?"
"Yes", she said. "What do you think that means?"
"I think it means that we're old and are also rapidly hurtling towards death."
"No way", she snorted. "I'm not hurtling anywhere."
Good for her, I guess. But we're all hurtling, whether she likes it or not.
Weinstein, Mayim Bialik and the Perils of Religious Instruction - *I wrote the following for my Beit Midrash's weekly email, and on reflection I'd like to get feedback from a broader population, so I'm reproducing it here...
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