It’s been one hell of a year. What started out as an idea to create a meaningful bar mitzvah experience for my son Oren turned into a magnet of aspirations for a verity of people. The idea began as…
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I know exactly how far I will: three hundred miles that’s how far my team will pedal next November to raise $10,000 for a bunch of people we never met. Even though we don’t know their names we know their mission. These students all work together to solve critical environmental and social issues in the Middle East.
Every father’s day I get home made cards from each one of my kids. They’re essentially report cards, spelling out what I did right over the past year, if anything. They may be drawn with crayons or cutout from cardboard, but they are always very telling. Since they get made in less than 10 minutes on Sunday morning, they usually focus on the.
Looking at my brother, who is spinning with a shoe that Willy Loman wore in Death of Salesman, I know that I have much more inspiring to do before he hops on one of these steel horses by his own choice. But right now it’s February in snowy NY and the only place you can keep such a hairy idea alive is in
Here is my vision — Eyal and I riding on a tandem bike screaming across the road to Eilat, the destination of a 300 mile ride. Oren is somewhere up ahead and the Shake, Rattle and Roll team is nearing the end of one heck of an amazing journey. A year in the making. But every journey has a beginning and this one starts out in the emergency room.
It finally dawned on me that life is really a circle. It’s 5:50 AM and I’m eating my granola and scanning through the countless emails on my Blackberry. What else are you gonna do at that time of day? One email came from AWB, better known as the Alternative Winter Break program from Young Judaea. My daughter Lior and her best friend Orli are currently part of the program. They are down in New Orleans
I have been practicing yoga for years. Not sure why, but I think that anyone whoever drove a station wagon, x-country skied or ran long distances must have explored yoga at some point. So wherever I traveled, I would inevitably stumble into a yoga class. I was not supple and yoga did not come naturally, but somehow it made me feel right and I left it at that.
Ten years ago, I found a wonderful teacher, Jeff Logan, who introduced me to Iyangar Yoga. I practiced diligently under Jeff’s guidance for years. Jeff taught me the fine art of body alignment and staying light. But it wasn’t until I watched my friend Edina practice Ashtanga yoga that I realized my practice needed a new
Nearly two hundred bike riders reached Eilat together during the 2007 Israel Ride. But in a way, each rider took a different road to get there, paving their own experience onto those 300 miles of asphalt. This account is about my road to Eilat, which began in the summer of 1968 riding in the back of my father’s Jeep. My father had just gotten a new…
When you find yourself out of the raft in whitewater rapids without your paddle, a lot of things go through your mind. The first thought is to save your ass. The second is to save your partner’s ass and get back in the boat. In business and in life you often find yourself outside the safety of your raft and in some cases the paddle is beyond reach too. That’s when you need a…
What if if you found the one thing you wanted to do? It could be starting a relationship, becoming a writer or embarking on an adventure. Would you create a plan “B” just in case things didn’t work out? Dan DeZarn, an Assistant Professor of Art at the State University of New York at Geneseo… Read More »