No homework, more freedom; adulthood has its perks.
A former Buddhist monk got me thinking that time is a horrifying illusion that we can transcend.
Love, hatred, truth, elephants, homesickness, jealousy, God, and much more.
A poem on a Penn Station wall inspired my own poem about what I want, need, and hope for at this difficult moment.
My thoughts while observing Brown University's class of 1939
I was terrified... and then I exulted.
The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
Keep calm and...feel G-d's mysterious presence within the chaos?
