Tempo: Second Guessing
I take a gulp of coffee and resign myself to looking for a new Chumash teacher
Diary Serial
I feel the sharp fingernails of despair and frustration claw at me
Parshah
We’d be much happier if we wouldn’t judge ourselves by how someone else fares
Words Unspoken
I guess I can’t ask you to keep it open every week, just in case, but maybe I can
Inbox
“You are not failing at adulthood, even though you have not yet managed to buy and renovate a house”
Second Thoughts
This is one takeaway from the election: Whatever his flaws, the authentic defeated the inauthentic