Tamar shared this beautiful poem, and it made us all think of Everett. It particularly reminded me of watching Everett walk down the hill toward the pond, with his wooden stick in hand. "Height" by Julien Strong (from the journal The Southern Review) Each year I lose a little more of it, the spaces between [...]

Today would have been Rabbi Everett Gendler's (z"l) 95th birthday. As the Earth displays its splendor and bounty, whether that be in the form of rain, sun, lush trees, colorful flowers, or a bumper crop of vegetables in your garden, I hope you too are reminded of Everett. I often think about how he moved [...]