I had only published a handful controversial articles, but the ones I had published seemed to elicit such huge and negative responses that I wanted out.
Moments hold meaning. But do they change our lives in real, sustainable, ever-lasting ways?
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.
Seven years later I could tell you that I’ve found the same venue for joy within observant Judaism, but I haven’t.
Freedom drives my life, but maybe I need to transcend it.
The ticking reminder of time nuzzles against my ribs. Slow down, it says. Do less, take in more.
NYC is glorious: the street life, the food, the energy. But Boston is much cheaper and carries much less stress. The dilemma is intense and even spiritual.
Stop confusing righteousness with pathology. It’s insulting to actual tzaddikim.
The beauty of the Hebrew, the imposition of the commandment, and the laughter of the night, tie us together. I I forget everything; the picket lines, the ugly words, and the deep, searing, inner heartbreak of a people that have failed me.