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Over the past ten years we have been slowly conditioned to feel tremendous guilt regarding our country. This guilt, I will argue, has far more nefarious consequences and has tarnished our ability to love ourselves, others and ultimately God himself.

We are at halftime of this pandemic and we need to keep our eye on the ball.

3 things we should feel obligated to do.

What is the question you are too afraid to even ask yourself?

Last birthday, I found myself 28-years old and standing on a narrow slab of rock atop the long fishermen pier at Coney Island: clothes strewn in a pile on the floor, a wicked wind slapping my bare skin, wondering what kind of lunatic I was.

Last night, Rabbi Hidary and I participated in a live debate about the merit of having a tribe designated for spiritual service. I argued for, while he opposed.

This past Friday evening I arrived at the Shabbat table with reluctance.

“I wish I could have a whole nother week before Shabbat,” I said.

It was painful to pull myself away from my work. The wheels in my brain were spinning 100 miles an hour: possibilities, ideas, meetings to schedule, visions to execute on. I didn’t want to stop.

The most frustrating part is that I never even noticed the grass before all of this. From what I was told, it was even more patchy last season with a similar quantity of weeds and clovers.