I was always very concerned about how people learned things. I remember following my mom around our house when I was six years old, asking her how she learned to become a mom. “You learn,” she said. I didn’t get it. It stressed me out. How do you learn, I wanted to know. We had the same conversation several times.
What I didn’t have the words to...
I keep not writing things that I want to write, because I know that to write about these things from A to Z, to really explain my ideas, to lay out my thinking comprehensively, it will take one, two, or three hours. So I have decided fuck it. Fuck being comprehensive, and fuck blogging etiquette. I will write my thoughts in as disorganized a fashion as I...
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...