A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
This one goes out to all the people just trying to get through it
Mistakes, microwaves, disconcerting women, electronics that might be conscious: intriguing wisdom from unexpected sources.
This Hanukkah, the world is upside down. Let's flip the script.
Losing stuff, mean people, hair in my food... I rant a bit. And hope for something better.
Looking back, learning, and laughing with love. How do we relate to who we once were?
We come back to the same place in time year after year, but are we the same?
The power of silence, the limits of words... in essay form.
And why should I? I’m only 37. My oldest child is only eight. I have so much to learn, and sense that even if I’m fortunate enough to gain wisdom, there will always be so much more that I do not know.
