How can we turn the experience of workplace conflict into a productive part of our personal, communal, religious and national selves?
Category: 400 thoughts
thoughts from the 400 bus and beyond.
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Nightmares for a new generation
I remember being younger than her and being squished on a bench in the school lunchroom/assembly room, hearing about the Holocaust for the first time.
It’s been bizarre, intense, frustrating, and a little bit panicky here in quarantine for 14 days. Especially as it started as soon we landed back in Israel two weeks ago. There was something eery about de-planing into an alternative universe. Aside from the empty airport… there was a somberness to getting in the taxi van, […]
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Thoughts in the Corona Age
Randomness written on a rushed flight back from New York City just as the coronavirus tidal wave started crashing over the tri-state area
One time, I was doing the dishes, but for some reason I didn’t kick away the pink stool my kids use to reach the faucet; I stood on it. My posture was different. My angle was different. My perspective was different. And then my huz walked in, who’s 6′ to my 5’3, and as I […]
What happens after the last baby? Why is it so disarming? And why do so many of us go through it while feeling so alone?
Everything feels stuck. Every post on my feeds is “hoping for the best, but…” “I didn’t know what to do, so I just…” “well, nothing’s going to make a difference, so…” I sense the stuckness in the street, I sense the stuckness at work, I am pounded over the head with the stuckness over social […]
In December 2018, I watched an episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race, a decades-old reality show featuring a competition for drag queens. The episode was a doozy to start with, because the week’s challenge was to not dress up in glamour but dress down – as nude women. This set me off on what became an […]
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Hammock for one.
It gets harder every year. Yom HaShoah. Yom HaZicaron. Every year the ticking accelerates. Every year I realize all over again how important it is to not take any of it for granted. Every hug, every cuddle. Every whispered secret. Every question. Every silent moment, holding hands. Feeling up-down-up-down of a tiny chest against my […]