The Kippah on My Head Is Not a Target on My Back
The kippah was never a challenge thrown at the world. It was a door held open.
The kippah was never a challenge thrown at the world. It was a door held open.
Just as the most powerful people in ancient Israel needed guardrails, we need to make sure that our AI agents remain ethical and bounded.
But I had gone to the one place that was supposed to have to let me in, and it sent me back to the house I’d run out of.
How many experiences or adventures are we closed to because we say, “I cannot do that?”
We can find a warning against intolerance and a model for pluralism in an ancient midrashic parable.
Something in me is revealing itself as new, and I think I have never been more beautiful.
How could we navigate this tension between accepting what is and articulating what might need to change?
With my family’s support, I made the decision to go through elective surgeries that could lower my risk of breast and ovarian cancers to single digits.
I told her she’s an amazing daughter, and I confessed to her all the ways I believe I have failed my mother.