Are and Be

Just when you think you are making progress on the path to self-awareness, you realize you are caught between who you want to be and who you really are.

My Covid Mantra

“Everyday there is more discussion about “re-emerging from COVID” and my personal favorite, a “new normal”. Normal? Nice try, buddy.”

In Search of Failure

“It just may be that we can’t fix things…until we search for the failure first.”

The Other Man, Hitler

My marriage officially ended in 2016. I blame Hitler. He really fucked things up for so many of us. How’s that for the understatement of the century? Now, even my own children, born over 50 years after liberation, have to suffer. (That may be the most Jewish sentence ever written, by the way.) In a

I’m not the Dalai Lama

Dear neighbor – I’m sorry I lost my shit on you the other day. I’d like to try and explain where I am coming from – not to excuse myself but maybe to provide some context. We, a bunch of mostly privileged white people, were protesting in solidarity. It was quite beautiful. Peaceful. Cathartic even.

Being White. Crying Black

We are going to die if we don’t come together. It is dire. We have no leadership

This Memorial Day has to mean more

Sitting outside with my family taking in the warmth of the sun, enjoying a walk, run and swim, it’s easy, as it is many Memorial Day holidays, to forget the reason many of us get to enjoy a three day weekend in the first place. Every year, there are articles, blogs and no lack of

Where the streets have no name

I remember learning that Bono, lead vocalist for U2 (assuming anyone exists that might not know who Bono is), wrote the lyrics for “Where the streets have no name” about identity. It was a response to the fact that it was easy to identify one’s religion and economic status simply based on the street on

Firsts. Lasts. Mother’s Day

One of the themes I have tried to reinforce to my kids over the years is around the lifetime of “firsts” that awaits them. We all have different experiences but I know, for me, I often felt trapped as a teenager – physically and emotionally – with no real understanding of the greater world that

Confessions of a Covid Confinement

“Socially distancing wasn’t the problem. Socially connecting was.”