For 35: When the Arc of the Moral Universe Feels Too Long

it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morningin the broken world. --Mary Oliver, from Invitation B said that she used to think that Washington Square Park was the center of the world. When I walk through the center of the park and feel the mist from the fountain settle on… Continue reading For 35: When the Arc of the Moral Universe Feels Too Long

Reading Esther in the Age of Trump and Another Cycle Around the Sun

It has been roughly a month and a half since my birthday. I usually write a reflection a day or two, or a few weeks after my birth. This has been the longest time. But in a pandemic year where we've been asked to shelter in place, time has taken on new meaning. Mainly, that… Continue reading Reading Esther in the Age of Trump and Another Cycle Around the Sun