Something is shifting in me. I am not yet quite sure what it is or how to articulate it, but it is something along the lines of releasing the struggle – the ever-present tension between me, my family, my inherited community, and the larger society.
I just read Peter Knobel’s essay, “An Expanded Approach to Jewish Bioethics,” in the book, Healing...
When I was in high school, my best friend stopped talking to me. I wrote her a letter outlining what you could call my friendship manifesto. In a nutshell, I felt that people needed to communicate with each other – to express their feelings, instead of just shutting the door and running away. I wish I could find that letter, because it encapsulated what...
Focus. Stay focused. People don’t understand when you cross over. Chronic pain Jewish multicultural education writing radical feminism dance wha?? huh?? Streamline. Focus. Market. Target. Manifest.
But my soul is tired. Because it’s all flowing like colorful ribbons threads connecting one to another. I don’t want to explain anymore. I DON’T WANT...
I seem to be circling back around to where I was in my 20s: radical, defiant, free, an artist, super expressive with my words and my voice and my body. Engaged in life. Telling the world to fuck off. Not for the sake of telling them to fuck off, but for the sake of turning up the volume on my inner dial and making room for my authentic self.
Then a lot of...