Rabbi Erin Boxt
I woke up and tried to look out through my window. All I could see was grey smoke and bright yellow fire – or was it orange? The flames seemed to overwhelm the dark sky – it was blue, then turned grey...
Rabbi Erin Boxt
Death is a part of life; life is a part of death. It is not possible to attribute these words to one author. I suppose I could say, “My momma always told me….” Each of us has heard a variation of this...
Rabbi Erin Boxt
A little levity on this heavy day: A rabbi dies and goes up to the gates of heaven. Before he's let in, the angel in charge consults with God for a long time to determine if he deserves a place in heaven....
Rabbi Erin Boxt
We find the following story in Greek Mythology: Orpheus was the son of Apollo and Calliope, the Muse. Apollo gave his son a lyre and taught him how to play; Orpheus did to such perfection that even Apollo...
Rabbi Erin Boxt
I WISH YOU ENOUGH. Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter's departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged,...