I think we can all agree that one thing Chabad tradition got right was the establishment of healthy, spiritual habits. This one's my fave.
A call to action, to my fellow educators.
There’s nothing romantic about the rain. Throw out the songs and the movie scenes, the poems and the cliché metaphors; Every poets back-pocket go-to.
I hate the rain. I hate the clouds and the disorder. So I roll over, once again. I hit snooze. And I dream.
There are so many things I want to remember about my grandmom.
I spend the whole week living like a pinball; bouncing and ricocheting through life. By the week’s end, the last thing I need is someone telling me how to relax.
Sometimes I don't want to explain myself. I usually don't get it either.
An essay about writing turns into a mad conversation between the writer and his fears.
"It’s for the children," they remind themselves piously. But the children, the children are out on the street.
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. But I do not just want to sit here and Remember.
