23.09.06 - 10:48 a.m.

you are the one person who doesn't laugh at me when i express discomfort about the lady rabbi because we have your father. we have your grandfather and now i have you. we started at two poles and have been migrating on a slow collision path for eighteen years. by twenty i'll be at temple on fridays and you'll be reading bell hooks by candlelight after shabbat. i ask myself what you would think as i am walking away from the disappointing synagogue. would he care about the chickenwire windows and the dismal stucco? is it the building or the feeling? i know what you would answer. it's the feeling, but we grew up with stained glass and a man. you can't help it.