New York City

One State of Mind, and Uncontrollable Pain

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There's so much I want to say, and so much I want to protect. I'll try to say what I need to, without disrupting the delicate balance between the two. Have you ever felt divinely guided in one direction, and maybe been afraid to jump? Or let me rephrase and say, were you overly cautious … Continue reading One State of Mind, and Uncontrollable Pain

Sixteen Years

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Today was incredibly somber for me, and I am certain other people felt this way, as well. Every year, a deep part of me re-lives 9/11. I wasn't afraid, not for a second, but I was definitely in silent, angry shock. Sixteen years later, I still can't believe all that has transpired since that day. … Continue reading Sixteen Years

Coming Out Of The Ancestral “Closet”

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Coming Out of The Ancestral “Closet” I find it more than a little appalling that in 2014, I am still being asked “What are you?” Not “What religion are you?” or your average, inappropriate social questions, which, by my standards, are still rude. No, it’s always been “What ARE you?”, with such profound emphasis, as if … Continue reading Coming Out Of The Ancestral “Closet”