Can you imagine the practical grace in your thoroughgoing pulsation?
We've been exhibiting the tendency to run on empty, to pretend the tank is full despite complete depletion.
A call to action, to my fellow educators.
The passage of time is horrifying to face and acknowledge. But can it lead to something beautiful?
A new version of an ancient song from the Haggadah for your Pesach pleasure.
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
This poem explores the wonders, dangers, and challenges of so many mental and emotional universes coexisting in our world.
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.
