Whenever people learn that I’m a convert to Judaism, they inevitably decide that I must have been influenced by some charismatic Jewish role model. When I’m asked about the Jewish friends who must have obviously “influenced” me, I always think of Michael T. and of his mother. It must have been around grade five, maybe six, when I was attending the Prince of Wales Public School when I met Michael. So far as I...
Some thoughts on the value of global communication The following was the welcome message I wrote upon combining my various personal blogs into one...


