Yom Kippur—the day of atonement for Jews—has, in the last few years, been a challenge for me. Or rather, fasting. The migraines are to blame. As I move along in my body, it seems to get uppity if it is not nourished. Atoning, or rather, the reflection on my years’ actions, has evolved into a nuanced practice. Walking long distances—not for steps—but deep in my head, agonizing over the more disturbing moments. Thankfully, those are less frequent, as I being mindful has become a paramount responsibility for me. I don’t place the onus of atonement on fasting, much in the way that I believe funerals are for the living, but I do place a great deal of value in reflection, in moving towards being a better person, a person who doesn’t hurt others, a person who lives in a place of honesty. And for me, if I can go over these small moments in my mind, I will have atoned to my satisfaction. It is a personal practice and it is mine.
Stacy Abrams continues to be a badass, not that she’d ever stopped.
I am so ready for this Doctor.
As I am for Murphy Brown.
On sizing down.
So, your flight is cancelled. Or delayed. Now what?
The Serial podcast is back. Hopefully, season 3 is as riveting as season 2.
And now have a laugh with Aparna Nancherla.