Why is it that loving something provides such little protection from betrayal?

The thing I believe in most in the world is my own fallibility, so I am willing to believe that I may be wrong too.

My father is sure that Israel keeps the Holocaust from happening again. I worry that it might hasten its recurrence.

I'd written personal essays before, but never on this scale -- never so often and with such, er, honesty. (If by honesty I mean slashing my wrists and hemorrhaging all over the computer screen).

There is no fundamental truth and there's nothing to be connected to: I just believe that [LSD] makes you feel better.

Before I was married, I didn't consider my failure to manage even basic hand tools a feminist inadequacy. I thought it had more to do with being Jewish. The Jews I knew growing up didn't do 'do-it-yourself.' When my father needed to hammer something he generally used his shoe, and the only real tool he owned was a pair of needle-nose pliers.

Despite the fact that in America we incarcerate more juveniles for life terms than in any other country in the world, the truth is that the vast majority of youth offenders will one day be released. The question is simple and stark. Do we want to help them change or do we want to help them become even more violent and dangerous?