A discussion with the creator of the Misaviv Hebrew Circle Calendar.
A dream sparks confusion, wistfulness, and mystical possibility.
I woke up in utter confusion, my body half-off the bed, my mind buzzing with questions.
A poem that squeezes humor and even transcendence out of my obsessiveness, ineptitude, and rotten choices. I'm guessing many can relate in various ways.
This one goes out to all the people just trying to get through it
We're always talking about "it." It is glorious outside. It is a shame. But what IS this "it"?
My thoughts while observing Brown University's class of 1939
The passage of time is horrifying to face and acknowledge. But can it lead to something beautiful?
This is a strictly non-medical way of looking at pain relief.
