In this season of confessing, I begin with a confession of my own: I shudder as I write these words. … Continue Reading
A few months ago, my family took the trip of a lifetime: in celebration of my in-laws’ 50th anniversary, 11 of us made our way to Costa Rica, where we spent a week surrounded by lush jungles and breathtaking wildlife.
‘Tis the season. Okay, not that season, but it is the season of repentance and renewal in the Jewish calendar, as we approach Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. And as we approach the presidential election, it also seems that each day brings greater hunger for national renewal, and some comment or action that demands genuine repentance. Can anyone say, “They are eating our pets”?!
This past week, my wife and I — like so many (grateful) parents around the world — dropped our kids off for the first day of school. Yes, the summer was long, and it was even sweet at times, but for so many of us juggling the liminal days or weeks between camp and school, seeing our children off to an enriching day while returning to a quiet office felt like a remarkable luxury.
I’ve been following the American presidential election campaign closely. I watched a good deal of the Democratic National Convention last week, showing my kids the Obamas’ speeches and swooning over Kamala Harris’s closing speech.
Failure is a fundamental part of the human experience. However, it is often difficult to know what to do with the broken pieces of our lives. How can we see our shattered dreams as core parts of who we are, holy aspects of our spiritual journeys?
Let’s try a thought experiment—an easy one, actually—because it invites us into a moment in which we all have found ourselves many, many times.
