A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
The not-so-definitive guide for getting past your blocks and to what you really want to be doing
What do you do when you have a horrible singing voice but you love to sing? You have a baby.
Somebody handed me a crying baby. There wasn't really a sense that I was a stranger.
A story about adult bullying, a hilarious form of revenge, and a kind of epiphany.
I don't learn or grow from rejection. Can I reject rejection entirely? Do I want to?
Once a parent, everything, everything, is being a parent.
Most Jewish communities, whether Orthodox, secular, or somewhere in between, silence something key to my mind or my soul. I dream of a place to call home.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
