And so, I thank you, Jews, every single one of you...When I pray, you’re in it with me, joining me in that most vulnerable mission. Whether you’re in synagogue with me, or at another one miles away, or in a different time zone, or still asleep, I have to believe we are connected.
We are not a joke. Your ethnicity is not a joke. Your religion is not a joke. Because Yom Kippur isn’t about fasting.
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
On Yom Kippur, we're handed a clean slate. Possibly the greatest gift that cancer gave me was a renewed desire and ability for forgiveness regardless of who was at fault.
Like an alcoholic I feel like saying, "It's after Yom Kippur somewhere", as I crack open my spirit once again. Maybe I should stop. I've had over thirty Yom Kippurs already and I need to drive home.
We are fish benumbed by the commonplace of our individual bowls.
I exist beyond biology....I am a warrior and my cause is honesty...I choose to feel everything.
These are some of the songs that help me try harder and help me feel closer during these Days of Awe. Enjoy.
This is one of the hardest things I’ll ever share: I didn’t fast on Yom Kippur. I know, right? A shanda for the goyim, take...
