too busy to call?
So contact me, already.
With 36 crazy Lamed Vavniks dancing the hora in my head I’m never alone, but that doesn’t mean I’m not available to the rest of the world, they’re trying to keep together.
As any writer will tell you, if you’re good at what you do, not everyone’s going to “get” it. Well with something intended as spiritual farce, it’s bound to offend someone. And to you I say (with a jostle of an elbow) “Slicha!” So there–an apology in advance. God has already forgiven me. Now it’s your turn.
Praise on the other hand? I can handle a spritz. With these 36 crazies keeping me sane I’ll accept it and promise it won’t go to my head (I have a teflon yarmulkah).
In person I cower but behind a computer my skin’s as thick as the fatty upper arms of the zaftik yenta great aunts I had growing up: the ladies my mother called “the beef trust.”
Anyway, please feel free to share your thoughts, comments, and inspirations ( I really do look forward to hearing from you as this adventure moves forward.