Temima Shulman

I am thinking a lot about the end of things. The end of everything that was once beautiful, full of color, full of life, at its peak. I have been thinking about this especially because of the recent death of my grandmother.

Articulating that there could be life outside of their horrible existence, they have acknowledged the possibility of another reality.

Judaism’s fire-lighting has always been one of building. We celebrate our days, our weeks, our months and our relationships with a fire, literally and figuratively . . .

The last few days have been a constant stream of neighbors, friends, clients, whomever, coming in for breakfast, dinner, to work ‘remotely’, or just to recharge their battery-literally and figuratively...