Warning: Young adults trying to make sense of life and all the stuff it throws at us below.
When I look back at the decisions and accomplishments of my early 20s -- and I have been doing that a lot lately -- I feel a bit melancholy. The results do not reflect the life I wanted for myself by this time.
As my birthday approaches, I’m reflecting back on a year of true highs and devastating lows
Many people have lost their infatuation with the art of flying, so I wanted to remind others and myself of the beauty of airplanes.
I recently underwent a preventative double mastectomy without shedding a tear (not that there is anything wrong with crying). Instead, I gracefully yet forcefully punched breast cancer in the face.
Of my challenging childhood, summer memories are the ones I hold most dear
Have you had the joy of watching a baby walk for the first time?
Despite not looking for a personal motto, one recently found me, and it has cast a shadow right in front of my eyes for almost my entire life.
What does it mean to be a part of a community? The ecosystems that surround me, the ones I’m outside of looking in, the communities I’ll never understand.
Self-growth is, of course, a process, but as I reflected on the recent years, it became clear how countless lessons seemed to shape my progression from early 20s to late 20s.
I’m blindly walking, waiving my cellphone in the air like I’m trying to catch the alien signal of the century -- except I’m in a mall … in Dallas, Texas. Got the visual? Great.
The ups and downs of our flights to and from Tel Aviv reminded me that airlines and airports are very special places, where people tolerate much more than they would in the real world.
The discord sweeping the country has inspired many of us to speak out. Staying silent, as the Jewish people know all too well, can lead to danger.
This April marks 10 years since my wife and I went on our first date. Time has moved in such a fashion that it feels like I blinked and now it’s 2017.
journey toward the brighter tomorrow, it seems mainstream media and culture are embracing those feelings that once made me loom over the chasm over oblivion.
To be frank, I’m not 30 for another four months. But to be Adam, I wanted to start making myself feel good about this because that list of “30 Things I Will Do Before 30” I wrote is getting out of reach.
I’ve thought of 10 simple, quick ways to give thanks year-round. Your challenge is to do 5 out of 10.
Let me preface this with: I do not work at or for Uber. I am not affiliated with Uber in any way. I just love writing about impressive companies.
If you really think about it, you kind of need to know what you want to do for the rest of your life by the time you're a senior in high school -- at 17 years old.
Doing our part to help the Flint water crisis
Just like in a game of roulette, there are no do-overs.
Believe me, I’ve tried. But what if I told you that I didn’t actually want some
theory: getting ahead stems from the "resume building mentality," in
which we accept the title without meticulously reading the fine print.
There's a scene in the summer film comedy Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising in which two sorority pledges attend their first fraternity party, and are disgusted by the frat brothers' focus on getting young co-eds into bed.
Here’s an ambitious list of what I want to accomplish before the leaves start changing colors.
Guys, this won’t last past September. We all know that. That means we have another month and a half, at most, to squeeze what we can out of the Chicago summer.
I'm a great-person. Not a Great Person. But the same way a great-grandmother is not always a Great Grandmother. Pay attention to the hyphen.
If you follow Jewish writers on Twitter, you might have noticed recently that some have put parentheses around their own names. While I wish it were the symbol for a virtual hug, it is actually a protest of a symbol that the Anti-Defamation League now considers hate speech.
A few weeks ago, a ridiculous thought occurred to me. I could not remember the last time I bought new gym shoes.
I’ve never been big on birthdays. I’m usually normal size.
My Grandpa Max passed away this spring -- on his 93rd birthday. According to Jewish wisdom, dying on the same day that you're born is a blessing. In fact, Moses was said to have died on his 120th birthday. The Talmud teaches us that God calculates and completes the lifespan of a righteous person.
I’m 28 years old, going on 29. Right after that (a year, not immediately), I turn the big 29 plus 1.
Trading textbooks for timesheets and “Two-Dollar Tuesday” for networking and fundraisers has provided me with a different perspective.