Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
Restore I/Me/Us/We to our natural state.
Remind I/Me/Us/We that all we actually do is vibrate.
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.
I spent a year with Chabad Hasidim in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. I exulted, starkly disagreed, and considered glorious possibilities—often in the same moment.
Elevation is a choice. There is so much that we can "upcycle" and use to help us serve G-d better. I'm not saying you have to, but you can.
Someone you know is battling for their soul. Are we ready to get real?
Brown's memoir is good. It would be reassuring to parents and siblings of autistic children, and is especially helpful in cultivating compassion in outsiders for the families of autistic children.
The days of black and white definitions are gone. We are colorful, dynamic and full of texture -- and our connection to Gd defies all bins.
I'm not too interested in the question of whether or not you can separate Jews from Judaism. I see the issue as much more basic: The clothes -- the black and white, the kippot, the hats, the wigs, the skirts, the stockings -- they are clothes, people.
