Eldest Daughter Syndrome
I told her she’s an amazing daughter, and I confessed to her all the ways I believe I have failed my mother.
I told her she’s an amazing daughter, and I confessed to her all the ways I believe I have failed my mother.
The assumption that there is only one path to true and perfect joy, especially when one makes that claim in the name of God, or any other redemptive scheme be it religious or political, has a rather deadly track record in human history.
Our advantage is that we are geniuses at raising children. Our failure is that we are terrible at raising adults.
I watched my child delight in her own strength and power as she realized she could care for those around her.
My heart fills with hope, a hope that I’d find a path back to who I was, or a path forward to who I was becoming.
How do we move past the comfort of a false god and to strive for connection with true Divine presence?
It’s the kind of grace you notice more as you get older, and wish you practiced more often yourself.
Birthdays, at their best, are celebrations of unconditional love, and I believe in all that, especially today, on Israel’s birthday.
How long before these breaking news headlines start to break me—or the deeper, real-er version of me?
That is what it feels like to be a communal servant right now. Not broken in one place. Broken into pieces, each one flying in a different direction.