Everything is a choice. The shoes you put on this morning, the route you took to work, where you're eating lunch, your trip to the gym tonight. We're selecting and making decisions every minute of our lives.
You’re doing it wrong. Need proof? Take a look at your Facebook feed. Did you vote for the right person, go to the right protest, make the right sign, eat the right thing, wear the right color, see the right movie, love the right celebrity, choose the correct outfit, get the right haircut, save the right animal, fight for the right cause?
My story, the narrative that I hold tightly at the center of who I am, the origin of all of my clinging and everything else that makes me a person, is about my mother.
The first event I attended post-election that didn’t involve me eating my feelings was “Israel Story Live.”
What and where are the places you run into Jews you know? The question sounds easy enough. You’ve probably already listed five places while reading this sentence.
I have a confession to make. It’s practically treasonous, so prepare yourself: I do not want a billion dollars.
In just a few days I’m going to be 40. FORTY. How did that happen? Whoever said that time flies, wasn’t joking around. It feels like I was in high school about half an hour ago and suddenly here I am at an age that sounded light years away.