Failing at the Fifth Commandment
The guilt over having abandoned Mom in a memory care facility is unbearable.
The guilt over having abandoned Mom in a memory care facility is unbearable.
The number of mornings that I wake up, look at my sweet Zusha, and feel that I am betraying him by raising him as a Jew keeps growing: Have I condemned him to a life of trauma because he is Jewish?
In a time of deep unrest, in a time when the problems are so big I don’t feel I can do anything, we can do this.
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?