When Batya and I were first married, we drove across country, from California (where we had been living for our rabbinic studies) back home to the East Coast. We stopped on the way for a visit to the Grand Canyon. There was a ticketing area that exited to a wooded pathway that led to the rim of the canyon. As we started out on the path, cranky after hours in the car, we got into one of those typical first-year-of-marriage little spats; some disagreement over a petty issue--the kind of disagreements that couples who have been married a few years don’t have anymore. She wanted to go camping and I wanted to stay in a hotel (I have long since learned, when my wife wants to go camping--we go camping!) The argument didn’t end quickly. It got more and more frustrating, and we decided to stop on the pathway and stand off to the side to see if we could just finish the discussion before continuing, so as not to spoil the whole visit. Well, the a...
A blog by Rabbi Gil Steinlauf