Earlier this week I was lost.After landing in NYC for a 24-hour whirlwind trip with Menny to celebrate his 11th birthday, we Ubered straight to The Edge to see the Big Apple on a 100th floor porch, but they didn’t allow us in with our wheelie suitcase. After circling a few blocks on foot looking for the “storage” place they told me about but doesn’t exist, worried that’d we’d miss our slot on the elevator and be late for our dinner reservation, I messaged my dear friend Chezky, who serves as the rabbi of The Chelsea Shul and JGrads for Jewish

I don’t have the words to explain how it feels to be living through the last six weeks. Honestly, we are all living through it, so you don’t need my words to address your lived experience. Throughout these last few weeks, I was having this feeling like “I wish I had something to say”, “I wish I can put some of my feelings into words”, “I wish I had the talent to write something beautiful and inspiring to comfort and uplift my followers, friends, and community”. Somewhere deep down I knew that the time would come that I would have something to share, and all the while I found so much comfort in reading and sharing the beautiful thoughts and posts from others.