Living in a Time of Shemot: Building Meaning in Disorder
Our greatest spiritual innovations ahead may just come from the moments of our deepest pain.
Our greatest spiritual innovations ahead may just come from the moments of our deepest pain.
It is my hope that every adopted child grows to know and honor that they belong to at least two families—the family of their birth and the family of their upbringing.
In the middle of a heated conversation about the world, she told me I needed to cut ties with my Jewish friends.
Perhaps we’re not as nice as we might think. If it feels good to help others, does that make the act less altruistic?
How should I atone for not keeping my promise to my deceased friend?
I endeavor to become the container for the anxiety, fear, and grief of my community members, while I test the limits of my own endurance.
What strange new life forms might grow from the breaking down of old models and structures of change-making?
How do I give my children a childhood that feels safe when it feels like so much tragedy presses in on us from all sides?
Sometimes, simply just being is enough for God, and more than enough for the people we love.
We teach our children how to face death not by what we say, but by how we live—and by how we die.