On Yom Hazikaron/Haatzmaut, despite all odds I am praying for the place that we know can be, the dream that we all have, the reality that seems so far, yet is so real that it outweighs all other realities.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
Everything we do tells a story of our continued exploration, our current allegiances, and our philosophical adherence.
This morning I caused a traffic jam. Walked in front of a car on my lazy Brooklyn street, didn't realize there was a car behind that, and another one.
Today I’m losing my mind and it's not the first time/Only this time I think it might be normal...
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
Galut (exile) is when we sooner believe them over ourselves in reading the truths of our own skin, in deciphering the lifelines of our own palms.
I had no business saying yes to this opportunity, but saying yes taught me something valuable that still gives me strength today.
My teacher called "Salvador Litvak" on the first day of class, and I told her I go by "Alex." No one batted an eye, but deep down I felt like a coward.
