The Wrong Anne?
Sometimes the pain is too much to feel—and that’s okay, too. I’m in a quandary. Jane is weeping hard, her head pressed to my
Awesome < KIND
The exercise of writing 40 articles a year helps with keeping me in practice. Practiced at writing. And also at forgiveness. Because it’s simply not
Right, Happy, or Kind
Right, Happy, or Kind? My boy, my son—my beloved Emmett, is heading off to college in just six weeks. He’ll be going to Wesleyan
Other Mysteries
As I approach our parked 2010 blue Subaru Forester, I hand the remote and key from my left hand to my right. Hardly thinking
Four to One with Georgia and Clarence
Beloved reader, a few weeks ago—and again last week—I asked you to compare the responses of two imaginary friends, Georgia and Clarence. In their first
I knew you were going to do that
Every time. Every time I go to the airport, I have a minor panic. I don’t have my wallet! (It’s in my pocket.) My flight’s
Getting More of What We Want
A few weeks ago, I asked you to compare responses from two friends, Georgia and Clarence. Let’s revisit: One day, Georgia and Clarence invite me
Mud Settling
Beloved, I’m sitting in my office, writing these very words that you are reading. As I don’t have a particular topic in mind, I’m just
Shove Your Silver Lining Down the Stairs
I want to get away, but it feels rude—that whole workplace decorum thing. Still, I can’t shake the urge to leave. I want to go
More Georgia. Less Clarence.
Imagine that I have two friends, Georgia and Clarence. One day, they invite me to go jogging with them. At the meeting spot, Georgia beams,
Moral Indignation
“dad” “please” “sign me out” “for 4th period” The above series of texts pop onto my phone in immediate succession late Thursday afternoon as I
Mourning Notes
Download PDF (free) Rabbi Brian’s Notes About Mourning* – Simple Definitions – * Grief is the final stage of love. It is love with no
Re-introductions
Beloved reader, Today, I’d like to reintroduce myself—because some of you are new, and for many of you, it’s been a while. And sometimes, it’s
Barometer: Crispy.
Beloved, In the past few weeks, some things—things that usually don’t bother me—irked me. Like the line at the grocery store. It pissed
Bearing hope
Most nights, for the last few months, at 7pm—the time we once banged pots and pans in appreciation of healthcare workers during COVID—I stand on