I am elemental-celestial, fashioned by the hands of my ancestors from their very own prayers and bones.
I spent a year with Chabad Hasidim in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. I exulted, starkly disagreed, and considered glorious possibilities—often in the same moment.
Choices of all kinds fill our lives. Maybe they're meaningless; maybe they're everything. I tend towards an intermediate approach....
I've explored many Death Cafés in Manhattan. They were fascinating events filled with warm, open people, and while they didn't answer my spiritual questions, they gave me an idea that just might....
Impermanence, no self, non-attachment: no, thanks.
Here I am; cringing as I attempt to flip my perspective upside down. As I turn the self-criticism dial to the right, and wonder would it would look like to spend the last few moments of Elul thinking about love instead.
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
One semester when I was 9 or 10, I decided I would get all A's.. to please my mother.