6 Poems About Burnout
When You Ask How I’m Holding Up, I Want To Say This
The Fringes Of Society Are The Center
A to Z
9 min read
My parents Abe and Sara wanted to be radical and change everything. But my rebellion was just being normal. Or at least, that’s what you would think if you saw me.
Emoji: The Language Of Love (And Torah)
8 min read
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
How Way Leads On To Way And Nothing Gold Can Stay
10 min read
This morning, I dropped off our son Noah, our first born, at Miami International Airport, where he’s by now flown off to Israel on a gap year program.
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