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A story about a terror victim's mother preparing for their new normal.
You want to wrap yourself in it all, bless it all, for the mercy of living where your worst worries are of the most mundane sort.
Merlino's portraits tell the human story in all of its gutter and glammer and all the pitted macadam between. Each fighter struggles -- sometimes against tremendous obstacles -- for the glory of triumph.
A review of a book about Churchill's secret warriors who gave birth to modern black ops.
A poem about yearning for the soul of the soul, for the collective that erases the one, for the wholeness of oneness within the collective, for Gd inside and out.
I know I have work to do. I'm a struggler. A fighter. I strive to do what's right, to know I know nothing but to impart whatever it is I know through my thoughts, speech, and actions in a way of a Chassidishe mentsch, mamesh for real.
The reasons for which I’d grown my beard had become less relevant. . .That I had come to know beautiful holy Yidden with and without beards seemed more relevant to me.
We are failing too many frum boys, and we’re all involved in this failure – wherever we live – until we make the changes needed to better serve the educational needs of each individual child.
Sometimes it’s not just the book but what the book carries between its covers and what the book gives beyond its pages.
