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Ahava and Yirah: The Twin Forces of Creation

There was a season when I did not know who was growing inside me. First pregnancy. Early weeks. The ultrasound was scheduled but hadn't happened yet, and I spent those weeks in the kind of wondering that changes how you move through the world. Not the anxious wondering

Beauty for Ashes

Beauty for Ashes

The organ is playing, low and mournful, and the sound settles into the stone walls, remaining there. I am standing at the front of a cathedral, looking down at a woman I used to be. Her face is still. Her hands are folded. She looks peaceful in the way that

If I Am Not For Myself...

If I Am Not For Myself...

There are words I return to when I'm standing at a crossroads. They belong to Hillel the Elder, a Jewish sage who lived over two thousand years ago. He asked three questions that have echoed through centuries of interpretation, and they surface in my mind whenever I need

Tiffany Alexandria Ingle. Kaye's legacy.

Eulogy: On Artifice and Inheritance

I was raised by the most beautiful woman in the world. Eartha Kitt, Dorothy Dandridge, Diahann Carroll had nothing on my mom. Neither did I. That's what I believed, anyway. I'd absorbed the message that lighter was better, that her golden-brown skin sat higher on some

The Stories That Shaped Your Brand (And How to Tell Them)

In The Hero with a Thousand Faces, Joseph Campbell mapped universal structure underlying myths from every culture: the hero's journey. Protagonist ventures from ordinary world into realm of challenge, faces trials, achieves transformation, and returns with wisdom to share. This structure appears everywhere because it's how

Journal: Tyrion of Target

Journal: Tyrion of Target

I was late to the Game of Thrones party.Years late.Even though I own a "complete" set of A Song of Ice and Fire, I had no interest in watching the HBO series. I’ve had my feelings hurt one too many times by television and film

Journal: Buffet

Journal: Buffet

Once a month on Sunday afternoons when my mom was in the mood to take a break from cooking/treat us to a restaurant meal, we would dine at Old Country Buffet. I always looked forward to this experience because it was the one time my mom would encourage my