Mifrasim מפרשים : Navigating our Lives as Role Models, Educators, Parents and Jews

The Av and the Rav: A Timely and Timeless Lens on the Home/School Partnership With a weekly session with individual students, a biweekly meeting with the parents and a monthly conference with both parents and teachers, I spent the 1995-96 academic year participating in what was then known in the Teaneck Public School District as the Columbia Teaneck Collaboration Project. Created by my advisor at Columbia, this initiative was one where the school social worker, or in my case the social work intern, worked to facilitate a model where each voice in the life of the child contributed to presenting the broadest picture of the student’s daily experience and challenges.  This collaborative team strategized and implemented plans for school and life success. The foundation of this approach is no secret.  All school professionals know that the partnership of parents and teachers is critical to identifying and maximizing a student’s potential.   Each knows a truth about t...

Mishnaic Lessons and the Land Masses: Amos Oz, Rabbi Bechaya and a School Geography Bee This week, here in school we held our annual KDS Geography Bee. Our students awed me as they displayed amazing GPS-like knowledge of the world in which we live. Truth be told, I, as a student, would never succeed in a geography bee.    My sense of direction and maps is certainly not my strength to say the least.  But as I witnessed these amazing kids, it brought to mind some or the more spiritual lessons I have learned from geographical metaphors that can help to guide our spiritual lives.  From the Islands - Both John Donne and Simon and Garfunkel shared the view that no one can live a fulfilled life fully alone.  From S and G’s angry, injured subject who strove to be an island who “never cries” to the famous “No man is an island” poem, islands have always symbolized a fierce, but unrealistic independence.  It is an independence that waits for or relies on no ...

Yosef through the Eyes of HaRav Yosef-Timeless Recipes for National and Personal Greatness This past year, at the advice of a friend, I began learning Chumash through the eyes of Rabbi Joseph B. Soloveitchik one of the great legal, philosophical, theological minds of the 20th century.  Each week, my eyes have been enlightened through his teachings on the parsha. Using the powerful narrative of the Yosef saga, his discussions in the past three weeks’ readings are timeless lessons for each of us--both in our individual strivings and in how we work with others to work toward greatness.  Through Yosef’s dreams and Yaakov’s vision, the Rav teaches and how to bring holiness into the “real” world. Yosef’s Two Dreams : R. Soloveitchik writes, “How did the Torah portray Joseph? His first dream involved bundles of wheat: he was an individual with a prosaic practical vision.  There was another dream, however, of stars in the heavens.  Both dreams were found in Joseph’s p...

Chanukkah: The Holiday of For , the Holiday of That and the Singular Holiday of “Thanks” In his most famous work, the Pachad Yitzhak, Rabbi Yizhcok Hutner (1906-1980), points out that the term, hodaah, usually defined as “thanks” ( הודאה or להודות ) has two separate meanings -- appreciation and acknowledgement. Hodaah is an expression of appreciation of goodness received, as in the morning tefilah of modeh ani.  There we thank God for the blessing received-- restoring life in order to face the new day. R. Hutner calls this hodaah al ha’avar, על העבר --thanking for a kindness that has been done--it is a thanking for. Hodaah is also an acknowledgement.  it is an acknowledgement or admission of the position of the other side.  When I realize the validity of your position, I am modeh to it.  Hodaah is also an understanding one’s place in the world.  It is an internalization of who we are in relation to others, whether it be realizing our place as Jews, as Am...

A Jew’s Poem and a Celebrity’s Plea: Messages on Pittsburgh in a Week of Tragedy Pittsburgh continues to be the central focus of our emotions.  From vigils to articles, to prayers and conversations with people of all ages, we are all, in some sense, Pittsburghers this week.    As last week unfolded, I also decided to connect in one other way -- to connect with the lessons of maybe my greatest teacher from Pittsburgh, the late Mr. Rogers.   For over 31 years, Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood taught children and all of us so many important lessons. Below are two Pittsburgh moments:  The first is an incredible poem dedicated to the baby who was to be named on that fateful Shabbat.  Of all that I read this week, for me, this was among the most jarring, heartbreaking and powerful. The second is an inspiration.   My parents used to watch Mr. Rogers with me as a child, and highly recommended the movie, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor” to me. ...

The Acorns Fall while the Quaker Philosopher and the Chassidic Rebbe Speak Our Sukkah took an unusual pounding this year.  Throughout the chag, there was a constant thunderous noise on our Sukkah.  It was not the sound of rain or thunder or even of schach falling, but the sound of acorns.  For some reason, acorns fell from our high trees in droves this Sukkot. Night and day, they kept falling in numbers never before seen by the Franks.  After some intense scientific Google research on the subject, I found out that this is part of the natural rhythm of autumn.  It is not so unusual.  Some years, there are few acorns that fall. And other years, acorns can “sound like little bombs as they rain down on your house.”  And as I listened to the acorns fall as I sat in my sukkah, I lamented -- lamented the end of summer and the beginning of the long cold winter.  But some quiet moments with the words of a Quaker Philopher and a Chassidic Rebbe from...

Which Day Defines Your Year? A HaYom Challenge for the Yamim Noraim The theater has it right about the day. Whether it is Emily begging the stage manager to return to Grover’s Corners for one more day in Our Town , Billy getting one more day to visit his daughter Louise in Carousel or Mark in Rent talking about “single frames of one magic night forever flicker(ing) in close-up,” it is often one or two moments, one or two days in a year, a Yom, that teach us most about ourselves and what matters. At Elli Kranzler’s annual slichot concert last night into this morning, the sole thread (and the soul thread) that weaved through his music and tefila was the day of his mother’s death this summer.  While every year’s concert is incredible, it was this one that stood out—as his words, his voice and his music, his lens on the slichot was shaped by one day where he lost his mother, his teacher and his nurturer.  As one who was blessed to be there last night, I would say that it...