I'd say that over the last decade, this feeling I'm about to describe has always been present in amounts, more often taken for granted - the swath of peace that came with you as a newborn, the displays of empathy that radiated from you as a toddler, the abundance of friendliness you have displayed as... Continue Reading →
If last year's birthday felt totally eye-glazed and desolate... the year that followed was like being trapped in a box but actually, the box helped you break out while stuck inside. I'm not sure where to begin as far as how you've forged ahead, and continued growing, refusing to fall behind or be let down.... Continue Reading →
Warning: I don't have anything brilliant to say. I just have a bunch of feelings bubbling up within the 24 hour countdown to President-elect Biden's inauguration. And I haven't gotten political here for years, and I find these topics so complex and my time so limited I can't express them fully here, so I'd prefer... Continue Reading →
"It's the year of cliche conference names! The year of too-easy cable news slogans! The year that will produce endless 'hindsight is...' memes!" That's what I was saying this time last year. So here we are, and it really wasn't. Something as frivolous as a year's round, meaningful number just... barely came up in 2020.... Continue Reading →
How can we turn the experience of workplace conflict into a productive part of our personal, communal, religious and national selves?
During such upheaval, in such uncertain times - we don't have to agree; but do we have to condemn? And if we condemn, do we have to do it while stripping away the human in us?
Memes and friends and global outlooks warned me that as my son would get older, you'd become less affectionate or more wary of showing emotion. You wouldn't know it by looking around our house...
You might think, Zooey, that as the fourth or last to do something, it would be less exciting. We've seen the others take steps, we've seen the others ride bikes, we've seen the others draw a face for the first time. But that's not what makes you, or any of you, special or interesting; the... Continue Reading →
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.
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