Stop confusing righteousness with pathology. It’s insulting to actual tzaddikim.
I've imagined and caught slivers of miracles. But I want a full-blown miracle.
Maybe it's OK not to fit in a box.
A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
If there's one thing I love, it's sweet-talking plants. Tu B'Shvat Sameach!
2018, my optimism is as great as my fear. Be glorious, and grow no more.
