From now on, I eat my bread washed down with gratitude.
This piece is part of the series, “Readers Take Over Hevria”. The topic assigned to me: “People who are on...
If you’re a BT who got/is currently getting slapped in the face by the reality of living in (or even visiting) a charedi community, including but not limited to Crown Heights, these are my insights, learned in the school of hard knocks.
Hitbodedut (hisboididus, if you live in Brooklyn) is the practice of talking to G-d in your own words, also known as "personal prayer". The word means literally "self seclusion," but if you are like me (you don't have time or patience to sit in a room and talk to G-d) you can do it on the street.
How a chat with a Reform woman helped me wrap my mind around those within the orthodox world who criticize it, including myself.
Can G-d learn from His mistakes? Can G-d make mistakes?
I spend the whole week living like a pinball; bouncing and ricocheting through life. By the week’s end, the last thing I need is someone telling me how to relax.
You’ll hear about these horror stories either way. You always do.
The Indiegogo campaign is over and Elad reveals just how much crowdfunding sucks, but also how miraculous it is when it reveals the beauty of a community.
Isn’t that what nesting is? A physical manifestation of a promise? A way of convincing ourselves that this time will be different? And it delivered.