I open the hallway closet and choose my weapon. I go for the broom and dustpan. I drag the broom...
I can’t speak, for I fear I’ll say the wrong thing. I know nothing. I’ll never learn anything new. These are the abilities I have and that will never change. I’ll just stay here quietly – shoes untied, paralyzed by a problem I’ve created myself. A home-made problem, all of my own. No one ever told me, “you can’t.” Other than myself, that is.
Moments hold meaning. But do they change our lives in real, sustainable, ever-lasting ways?
Your every step can’t help but grind riots of inquiry into the dusty dirt.
We've been exhibiting the tendency to run on empty, to pretend the tank is full despite complete depletion.
I've explored many Death Cafés in Manhattan. They were fascinating events filled with warm, open people, and while they didn't answer my spiritual questions, they gave me an idea that just might....
My brother and I explored our ancestry through a DNA test. The results surprised, intrigued, and inspired me.
People plan and G-d laughs. But what should we do after our plans go off the rails?