Tag: Sanoran Desert
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Too Hard For Me To Figure Out
I wake up every day and, to the best of my ability, resist looking at the news. That resistance is often overcome by a voracious need to know what is going on with the dismantling of our institutions and culture. I find myself compelled to turn my cell phone on and read what is published…
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That’s Not What I Chose
I was gathered around a fire pit in a friend’s yard. I sat with six of my closest friends, men I deeply trust, men who know my heart and the truth of my being. I love sitting around a fire. It feels primordial, something that calls to my ancient humanity. Something done for generations provided…
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A Case of Mistaken Identity
I am by no means religious. I was raised as a Reformed Jew in a middle-class town in New Jersey. My partner and I were invited to a Friday night Shabbat dinner at a friend’s house visiting Tucson. Shabbat is the Jewish Sabbath. It was an invitation for connection and community. We are not religious…
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I Have Ajida
I was hiking with a good friend in the foothills of the Sonoran Desert. It’s our Friday morning ritual. We decided to try a new trail called the Agua Caliente Hill Trail. It’s a pretty aggressive climb into the foothills of the Catalina Mountains. We meet early. Hike for three or four hours and always…
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