I was terrified... and then I exulted.
The other half of the story and how much we still don't know.
Apparently humans are the only animals that plan ahead for the future. At least that’s been the conventional belief. Recent...
A poem on a Penn Station wall inspired my own poem about what I want, need, and hope for at this difficult moment.
A former Buddhist monk got me thinking that time is a horrifying illusion that we can transcend.
I lowered the criteria for success. A lot. Try it!
Who's got time to worry about destiny? I mean, how am I going to end homelessness if I can't even deal with the laundry?
Keep calm and...feel G-d's mysterious presence within the chaos?
