The trip was a poignant poem to Morocco’s Jewish past. Sadly, there might not be so many people in future to recite it; who can remember the history first-hand. For now, there are Berbers, like Omar. He told me to go home and spread the news of this place and how for generations, Jews called it their land.
A personal reflection on Jewish Morocco Read More »
We all deserve a bit of what we fancy. I am not Maria from the Sound of Music. But I appeal to you: always remember your favourite things. Indulge in them. Even if only just for a bit.
A few of my favourite things Read More »
I never want to forget. For memorising is a fluid act. International acts of memorising the dead can wither on the vine. Memories are so malleable. We owe it six million not to let ours’ be nearly so fragile.
75 years. We remember. Read More »
It’s only natural to experience doubt. It’s one of those pesky human emotions that surfaces from time-to-time. Life, hey? It’s messy and complicated.
Self doubt. And what not to do with it Read More »
Monday may well have been Blue. Today, acknowledge and welcome it, it’s part of the team. There’s no need to cast these challenges away. We can’t – they are in the pit of our stomach.
I imagine myself at 74, whether I will be jogging, whether as the esteemed US author, Ken Druck, terms it, I will be ‘flourishing in the second half of life’.
Age is just a number Read More »
It was December 31st 2009. My friend tolerated watching Jules Holland on the TV (I had just experienced a difficult break-up). I felt quite the grinch.
My 2010s? I like getting older. Read More »
We are headed for the Twenties. If the experience of the 20th century is anything to go by, the next decade will be uproarious. Followed by an almighty kick in the head.
That was the decade that was… Read More »
I revelled in the Smoking tuxedos that Yves Saint Laurent designed, but wondered what, if anything, the great master thought of the French-Algerian war that raged as he made it to the big stage.
Cultural forays and Yves St Laurent Read More »
The significance of Hannukah was lost on me as a boy, even years later, when I watched Ross Geller dress up as an armadillo to impress upon his and Rachel’s son how important the festival is!
Moroccan mellahs and armadillos Read More »