An imagined glimpse into a barista's inner life. Because everyone needs someone with whom to drink coffee.
I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
It's emotionally enhancing to spend hours with enthusiasm and curiosity multiplied by 32.
Little Boy was a good boy and his mother loved him as long as he did his homework and his father worked and made money so they could enjoy nice things.
How come the people I love most trigger me to behave so bad? What oh-so-sensitive buttons are these relationships pushing?
I have yet to find an answer. But I want to try.
It was my last learning session with my kallah teacher, the woman who was responsible to teach me all the...
Something changed for our family as we experienced terror and went from the fourth night of Chanukah, to the fifth.
Why we need to reclaim the most important conversation we could ever have with our chidren.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
Some days, I'm like, "Stop the world! I want to get off!" I'd rather power down my iPhone, jump on my bike, and ride as far as I can to the other side of the horizon.
