From the time Evan left until college I never felt truly secure with friends. The years in between were filled with anger, loneliness, and an inability to feel close to anyone, until I met Simcha. Suddenly it occurred to me that I could try mixing my art with my religion.
Of course, there’s more to say when we bump into one another. There always is. But do you really want to know? Do I really want to tell you?
The Jewish world is quite simply being bored to death. But there is an antidote, it's called Purim.
You only talk when it's useless.
Words are nothing to you.
Hashem created the synapses of your mind to be formulated for kedusha and you prefer the babblings of a madman in an empty room.
You ignore how your words are great actions.
Lashon Hara.
Kavod HaBriot.
Not Being a Total Dill-weed.
That stuff that you’re too frum to focus on in yeshiva.
I left my family for the first time, to fly across the world and learn about intentional communities. This is what I found.
Why I break out of my routine every year to immerse myself in the stories and wisdom of the people who have sacrificed for our country.
Watching my daughter block out the world to write makes me more aware of how social media has diminished my creativity.
Tonight, we will light memorial candles. We will lower our gaze and bow our heads. We will say a prayer and try to memorialize the existence of the millions of Jewish souls that the Nazis tried to erase and extinguish over 60 years ago.
I’m lonely for a real leader. I’m surrounded by charismatic pulpit Rabbis, authors, lecturers, Halachic geniuses and community activists-- yet something is missing. I don’t feel like there’s anyone out there fighting for me.
