Happy Friday!
August 1, 2025
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This week held a tender mix of heaviness and hope. I began it by supporting a loved one who lost their mother afer an immensely courageous battle with cancer—an experience that led me to my first Jewish funeral and Shiva. It was moving and solemn, a glimpse into a life so clearly cherished and into a culture deeply rooted in community, memory, and tradition. I’m immensely heartbroken yet honored to have witnessed it.
In contrast, I’m full of joy to introduce something that’s lived in my creative vision since the very beginning: Silhouette, a profile series honoring the many-layered stories of women. The very first entry features a dear friend—and fittingly, a teacher—as we find ourselves in the back-to-school season. It’s a piece about purpose, identity, and the quiet power of remembering it's never too late to choose a different path.
I wish you a weekend full of sunshine on your nose, deep breaths, and companionship.
I'll leave you with this poem, read during the service, to meditate on as well:
'Tis a Fearful Thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be – to be,
And oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
And a holy thing, a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
’Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.
Yehuda Halevi
