Here are some of the things I considered writing about this week:
- Venezuela and Zimbabwe
- Why no one (not even women or the Democrat Party) is a winner in the Roy Moore matter
- What Mitch McConnell did right—and what he did wrong
- How quickly murder rampage stopped being front-page news
Here is why I am not writing about any of those things:
Even though I love writing, in the continual juggling act called life, cooking and baking won out this week over my Musings. Our grandson, Eliyahu, becomes a bar-mitzva this Shabbat. Despite the frequent misunderstanding that a Jewish boy turning thirteen is all about throwing a grand party, it actually is the age when the yoke of religious obligation descends on a pair of developing shoulders. The boy can shrug off the yoke, be crushed by it, or as we pray will be true in Eliyahu’s case, the yoke serves as a soul-building weight.