STILL SOME FRESH FRUIT, and GENDER STEREOTYPING
Fruit for My Mouth, Flowers for My Eyes As I write this, on December 1st, the Rabbi — that’s the Rabbi Samuel fig — is still ripening fruit in my barely heated greenhouse. That’s commendable. Not so commendable, however, is the flavor; cooler temperatures and sparse sunlight have taken their toll. The drooping fruits look ripe and […]