For many, today is the first day of school. I planned on writing this piece with advice for parents and...
Crying at Costco, Merri tries to figure out if she did right by her out-of-the-box son.
Rachel's assignment? To cover the topic, “Why don’t we talk about Gd enough?”
My Journey (video) I'm on Earth to cultivate my soul. I can grow a raisin, a peach, or a plum perhaps. I want mine to be a watermelon! I'm here for a reason. I'm here to make my soul juicy; a big fat juicy watermelon.
A poem about craving immortality, seeking home, and meeting a mediocre God.
This world's logistics overwhelm me. Appointments, lunch dates: aaaah! But usually, I get by. Me being me, it all feels kind of mystical.
Hitbodedut (hisboididus, if you live in Brooklyn) is the practice of talking to G-d in your own words, also known as "personal prayer". The word means literally "self seclusion," but if you are like me (you don't have time or patience to sit in a room and talk to G-d) you can do it on the street.
And why I don't go. I wouldn't go back, but I'm not going to lie: I think about the old days and there are certain things I still want that I can't have.
I was recently invited to give a talk to rabbinical students. My first reaction was, “Who am I to address such a distinguished group?” Then I realized I had a lot to say.
