Let's take time to pause and reflect

In a world where we consume incredible amounts of information, take a pause. We all deserve space to reflect. That doesn’t mean being still, but it does mean having a time to reconnect to the things you love.

My new book and stories

I mostly draw on personal influences, among which mental health, queer identity, Jewish heritage and contemporary social history are the topics I’m most interested in writing about right now.

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Vignettes in what used to be Vichy France

The more I’ve read around the subject and listened to lectures, the more I understand there’s a Myth of the Resistance. Sure, millions did resist the Nazis, and there are many reasons French people can stand tall and celebrate this history of Resistance. But there’s something about the June 18th anniversary which doesn’t quite work when you read Charles de Gaulle was seen as rather an oddball himself.

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Looking back, looking forward

The words, the single units, are overpowering scents of cheese. To my ear, the sentences are most troubling. They’re occupied provincial markets. Other times, they consist of warring articles and prepositions, hooting at one another as if they’re busily competing to reach the coast.

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Coaching, conflicts and maybe even some change

To some degree we’re conflicted. These conflicts are awful for some, and for others, the conflict will appear indirectly but touch them nevertheless. Much as we look at strangers and observe their lives in comparison to ours’, and imagine how seemingly straightforward are their lives, the reality is that no one has it easy in life.

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Willy Wonka

The danger of the single story

This last week, I regulated use of social media just a little bit. I felt I had time to catch my breath. I also sat with my emotions even when they were that bit harder to confront. No topless men to waste minutes ogling on Instagram; no tweets to foam and fulminate at.

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The cage of beasts

Every now and again, my beasts will return – depressive intrusions, self-doubt, guilt and all that crap. Until then, I’m going to lose myself in Matisse’s landscapes.

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