Robin is one of my oldest friends that I’ve been in continuous contact with, since we met in 1984. At the time, I was a semi-closeted gay man, an aspiring artist struggling to gain the reins of adult life. Robin was an out lesbian, an established poet, a member of the avant-garde Los Angeles art scene. In fact, I met my late husband, John Callahan, at one of her poetry readings.
Now, more that 30 years later, she’s a Rabbi. How things change, and yet there is appropriate continuity.
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