A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
I think we can all agree that one thing Chabad tradition got right was the establishment of healthy, spiritual habits. This one's my fave.
The not-so-definitive guide for getting past your blocks and to what you really want to be doing
"It’s for the children," they remind themselves piously. But the children, the children are out on the street.
Life used to seem magical. I'd succeed against the odds and even against the facts. Can I regain some of that power?
We've been exhibiting the tendency to run on empty, to pretend the tank is full despite complete depletion.
I spend the whole week living like a pinball; bouncing and ricocheting through life. By the week’s end, the last thing I need is someone telling me how to relax.
The passage of time is horrifying to face and acknowledge. But can it lead to something beautiful?
This practice of our particular brand of loving is an unnerving and relentless remembering.
