• Shall I swipe on a filter and attempt to commiserate? • Shall I slap on a bold lip and pretend this isn’t a profoundly difficult time to b...

It's The Most Wonderful Time In The Year. Right? Wrong. It’s not only deepest winter, it is February, there’s a pandemic, and in walks t...

 Happy Birthday, Alec.   How could I possibly articulate how magnificent Alec George Hao Silver is, and what he means to me?   How could I e...

Oh hello there. Are you in need of some inspiration?   Behold: This is my friend Carla Stickler.   Last week (in the midst of everything) Ca...

 Thank you, The Guardian . 

 When I arrived on the “shores” of New York City in the winter of 2011 I was what can only be described as a “total disaster human—” faking ...

Happy festival of lights.   Tonight the   chanukiah   will be full. It's my favorite night of Hanukkah.   This year I just want to keep ...

  This is the last photograph of my un-scarred body. The last photo of a sick woman. The final photo of Alexandra Silber with colitis.  ...

 And just like that, the Troupe disperses. What a life we lead. The sacrifices made to serve as we do. For all of the emotional, spiritual a...

Darling Women,   Pico Iyer said “heaven is where you think of nowhere else…”  I love this definition so much. It captures something ineffabl...

As adults, as we experience more criticism and feedback, are told to be “realistic” and “practical,” in our ambitions, imaginations and sc...

I've spent the last few decades of my life proverbially standing in a position of striving. In many ways that stance was probably respon...