JoinedFebruary 20, 2015
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I hesitate to affiliate with any group, but somehow, Jews keep finding and charming me, probably because I'm one of them.
I spent a year with Chabad Hasidim in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. I exulted, starkly disagreed, and considered glorious possibilities—often in the same moment.
Group superiority is not my thing. I prefer to see every soul's stunning potential.
From Hasidic questioners to rebellious nuns and priests, limit-pushers within tight-knit groups have a special camaraderie. I'm jealous.
I worked hard, eschewed fun, focused my soul on my book... and got a publishing nightmare. And the sense that maybe, sometimes, the present transcends the future.
From uncomfortable gatherings to the occasional harmful soul, few of my networking attempts go unpunished.
Abortion is not wrong, but its ramifications may be more enormous than most of us imagine. Reviews of books, theater, and other art forms aren't wrong either, but often they're anti-soul.
I've explored many Death Cafés in Manhattan. They were fascinating events filled with warm, open people, and while they didn't answer my spiritual questions, they gave me an idea that just might....
A poem about craving immortality, seeking home, and meeting a mediocre God.
A poem about my potential encounter with my deceased grandmother one Yom Kippur—and fear, doubt, mystery, and the mystical power of the sun.
