We're not always at our best as parents. We repeat ourselves often, knowing the result will be the same. I'm but a parent to young kids but I've done research and I know of 11 ridiculous things all parents of kids under six have said. I know because I've said them all and I'm a parent and therefore (science explanation that's probably wrong)...
While we hoped this therapeutic program would have greater impact for youth, the social impact bond proved to be a highly useful tool.
It's my experience and the collective experience of many of my clients that money is not the only indicator of success. There are infinite measurements of success: impact one makes in the world, the amount of quality time one is able to spend with her loved ones, and overall contentment.
When I finally stopped hiding and started living as a woman, I also "became the impossible," a kind of person my family, my students, my Orthodox Jewish university didn't think could exist.
In the past six months I've spent more time with a 61-year-old formerly homeless man than I have with many of my friends and family. As our friendship developed, I wondered what would happen if we approached homeless people like we do new relationships: with openness to learning about the other person.
Two days after the Supreme Court's historic marriage equality decision, my friends' Isaac and Rich's upstate New York wedding was certainly peppered with pride. But Isaac and Rich weren't interested in serving as the post-decision poster couple.
Gandharva vivah is a form of marriage that was practiced by third-gender or queer individuals in antiquity. It is especially beautiful because of the prayers that transcend the patriarchal structures of traditional marriage. Love is the giver, love is the receiver.
Some people won't understand a grown man sitting on the floor in Target shaking pill bottles with his daughter. But some will. Here's to hoping there are more of the latter on this planet than there are the former.
My husband is certainly not perfect, but he's pretty extraordinary in his recognition of the value of parenting. He lives out this value every day in his interactions with our children. He gives everything he has to them -- every ounce of energy, attention, patience and love that he has within.
From an early age, we're taught to color between the lines. We're taught that conformity is "normal" and that we shouldn't ruffle any feathers.
The first person you need to be kind to is yourself. It's been said you can't give away something you don't have. It's near impossible to be genuinely kind to others if you do not treat yourself well.
I never originally intended to make a public post about my private life. However, with the constant speculation, I felt that it would just be best if I silenced everyone and told the truth publicly. To anyone who has ever been scared of just being real and telling the truth, you shouldn't be.
A lone woman stood on the Supreme Court steps ranting about homosexuality destroying our country. She had become an expired parody. She had lost relevance. She and the millions like her had become ghosts in that moment. And she knew it. And we knew it.
There's an heirloom of sorts sitting in my garage. It's not a necklace or a quilt, but something less traditional: a 15-foot Coleman canoe.
Jesus, a great rabbi and master teacher, never said a word about your orientation/identity other than, "You are the light of the world." It is clear to me that if you were going to fry sunny side in hell for eternity because of who you are, he would have at least mentioned it.
I am rejoicing today, and ecstatic that in the years to come, the love that I share with my husband and the love that millions of other LGBT Americans experience will be honored and that LGBT people will have gained dignity and justice at last. And yet, today my heart is also despairing. On this great day of celebration, there is also a funeral and great mourning of the loss of the life of Rev. Clementa Pinckney and eight other African-Americans who were shot in Charleston. For those nine African-Americans, the church was also their sanctuary. And Mother Emanuel AME was a church where, throughout its history, African-Americans were afforded full human dignity when the outside world wanted to enslave them. That sacred sanctuary was brutally violated just days ago by a twisted, sick shooter and today, we mourn the loss of "The Beautiful Nine."