Kalista SteinMy heart is made of a rhythm That taps to the sound of a struck match, The soft thud of candle…Feb 4, 2017Feb 4, 2017
Kalista SteinA woman’s head — a speaker, an audience, everything everyone ever told her and mirrors, everywhere.Why do I shrink up after being brave? Does this make me human? Or nonexistent? Or is shrinking up just a thought? And what people see is…Jan 27, 2017Jan 27, 2017
Kalista SteinI say “no” even when I feel guilty about not giving myself away.Jan 27, 2017Jan 27, 2017
Kalista Stein“You’re Gonna Make It After All” Was Just a Theme Song But Mary Tyler Moore Was The Real DealMary died today. The same Mary whose prayer I tacked to my bulletin board on Bay Street. Whose words I recited during the winter the…Jan 25, 2017Jan 25, 2017
Kalista SteinMeasuring Our Relationships, Measuring Ourselves: Passing the Mutuality CheckTo peer into ourselves is both to catch a glimpse of how we see others and how we reckon with our own souls.Jan 24, 2017Jan 24, 2017
Kalista SteinThe Unbearable Strangeness of BeingWe’re supposed to love the stranger. But what about when the stranger is yourself? Then what?Jan 23, 2017Jan 23, 2017
Kalista SteinWhen Hearts Are Like NapkinsThe thing is. It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s not that can’t be around you. My spirit soaks up people like coffee on a paper napkin…Jan 22, 2017Jan 22, 2017
Kalista SteinRecoveryRecovery tastes the way fog does when it grazes your face, faded but somehow real. It’s when your heart sinks as you talk about issues that…Jan 22, 2017Jan 22, 2017
Kalista SteinCan a Rabbi Wear Skinny Jeans?Can a Rabbi wear skinny jeans? Can a Rabbi say “Fuck”? Can a Rabbi have casual sex? Can a Rabbi make pantsuits…un-suck?Jan 22, 2017Jan 22, 2017
Kalista SteinWhy Women Fail Other Women: Toward a March & Societal Step That Includes All WomenEver since I found out today is the Women’s March on Washington, I’ve been in a perpetual state of feminized brain fog.Jan 21, 2017Jan 21, 2017