Confessions of a Cowtown Culturalist
Life is simple. It is just not easy.
Saturday morning study sessions are the best. Using what I refer to as the “blueprint,” it continues to fuel my desire to understand. Of course, my journey is a reflection of my experiences and my attempt to share what I am learning. These essays are part of the result. I dig, go down rabbit holes, learn,... Continue Reading →
I certainly appear to be writing more about the intersection of psychology and Torah a lot these days. And, as many who are well-educated in Torah: the Rabbis, the scholars, and the sages, there are infinite lessons to be learned that are applicable to Jew and non-Jew alike. So, I will stick with it for... Continue Reading →
Inspiration can come in the strangest of ways and places. These days I am obsessed with Viktor Frankl, of blessed memory, and other existential and humanistic theorists. Reflecting on the meaning of life at a deep level, I came across the following words by Paula D’Arcy. It resonated with me. “God comes to us disguised... Continue Reading →
I have a confession. As the cliche goes - while it’s true that we are not all in the same boat, we are all in the same storm. Thinking out loud is a goal these days and writing has become my medium of choice. Being in the middle of life and exploring the journey is one... Continue Reading →
Confessions of a Cowtown Culturalist 