Category Archives: Criticism

Breaking Bad

My friends like to tell one another that I am not really a born again Christian. They think of me more along the lines of that old Jonathan Miller routine: “I’m not really a Jew- I’m Jew-ish.” They think I … Continue reading

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Hypocrite!

I am such a hypocrite.  All day at work today, I was trying very hard to keep a low NRR score (“Negative Response Rate” – the percentage of negative feedback from customers vs. the percentage of positive feedback.)  Unfortunately, it … Continue reading

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“They”

Today I went to our local refugee center to find out how I can help.  There is no way I can describe the gratitude written all over the directors face.  I get the impression that they don’t have many people … Continue reading

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Becoming Soft

Yesterday, someone I don’t know well made an incredibly disparaging, hateful comment about my family.*  Words cannot possibly describe how furious I was.  It wasn’t until later that I realized that in my incredulity and anger, I once again missed … Continue reading

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You’re never who you used to be

My dad called me yesterday, after reading some of my recent posts.  It’s a funny thing, blogging, because so much of what I write here is intensely personal but at the same time I know that my friends and family … Continue reading

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Dancing

I believe that part of tearing down walls involves allowing myself to be seen – truly seen – “warts and all.”  In light of this, I’ve recently been putting myself into uncomfortable situations and allowing myself the freedom to really … Continue reading

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Tearing down walls

For as long as I can remember, I’ve hidden behind walls constructed for the sole purpose of protecting myself from hurts, both real and imagined.  My walls, I’m coming to understand, are made from very specific types of materials:  Anger. … Continue reading

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