This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
Simply being unapologetically Jewish is a political act.
The day makes everything familiar; night falls and we're uneasy about what's lurking in the shadows, what unknown fears might be lurking near our homes, but it also lures us to sleep.
I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
I spent a year with Chabad Hasidim in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. I exulted, starkly disagreed, and considered glorious possibilities—often in the same moment.
