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Ryan and I finally chose our “eventually” city. But it’s not L.A. And it’s not New York anymore, either. What if I told you it’s Orlando, Florida?
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Ryan and I finally chose our “eventually” city. But it’s not L.A. And it’s not New York anymore, either. What if I told you it’s Orlando, Florida?
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If Halloween makes you fear for your Judaism, your problem isn’t Halloween.
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What do you do when you want to pivot back to what you used to do, that you never thought you’d do again?
When we stop respecting our shared Americanness, we have no respect left for anything else.
The worst thing about inclusion on the left is exclusion on the left. Identity politics doesn’t work when you aim it at each other.
I love being stalked by strangers eager to say hi to me in a foreign language because of my religion. Said no one, anywhere, ever.