Gone a dozen years now, the flavor of my grief has changed, and memory is sweet.
Read moreHoly Sand
Spending a month alone in Worms was an unresearched, romantic idea. It wasn't what I was looking for. But maybe it was what I needed.
Read moreSea of Tears
The truth is I no longer even know what I’m crying about. At this point, I seem just to be yielding to the big blur of suffering.
Read moreRely on Compassion
I am walking around afraid. Not always afraid of something specific. My body is fueled by adrenaline and programmed by the epigenetics of generations of ancestors whose fear responses enabled their survival and mine. My soul has fluttered right out of my body. Is there any solid place where it can land?
Read moreIn the Ruins
I’m happy to offer my first essay for MyJewishLearning.com’s weekly Recharge newsletter. In this one, I lean into the fear and the attraction of sitting inside our pain and sorrow. It felt timely.
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