Like Riding a Bike, Childhood Never Leaves Us

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Soon, teaching. I can't believe that it's been 5 years since I last taught the start of Breishit. On the other hand it feels like yesterday that my colleague Rachel Besser (she should live and be well) (I wonder if that bet with Donny is still on) told me that she read this post and that it sounded good, but that it would take longer than the days I allotted. At that time it was a two year curriculum. The plan now is to do it in one year. Looking forward.

Oh G-d grant me prayer

I don't mean give me answers

Please just help me ask

Work cut out for us

love and life ahead of us

A man has to hope

All is due to G-d

we pray this all of the time

Feel it now and then

"I win," "No, I win"

These amud wars make me sad

"Rock, paper, scissors..."

Like Billy's last song

this may be my last haiku

"But then again no"

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