Elad Nehorai takes us on the journey of letting go of an identity, from a change in beliefs to a change in dress, and finally to letting go of a label. (A long read).
A vast range of interpretive possibility makes religion both glorious and dangerous. September 11, 2001 clarified that for me, as it swept me up in a rare sense of communion with the larger world.
Ballet was an alternate universe. It was the complete opposite of what I experienced at school.
For so many years I defined myself by standing out, by being iconoclastic. How did I become a person who wants to look like everyone else?
My writing tends towards intimate self-disclosure. It's exhilarating, terrifying, and dangerous for me. I hope it promotes growth and change.
My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.
As I grew up, various unpleasant experiences pushed me dangerously close to anti-Semitic feelings. So can I condemn others who express similar impressions?
Somehow my grandparents didn't seem to fear for my demise like my parents did, which is why they were sanctuaries to me as a teenager.
NYC is glorious: the street life, the food, the energy. But Boston is much cheaper and carries much less stress. The dilemma is intense and even spiritual.
Orthodox Jewish communities hurt and shun many sensitive, vibrant souls who fall beyond traditional gender expectations and identities, but I think they can do better.
