The beauty of the Hebrew, the imposition of the commandment, and the laughter of the night, tie us together. I I forget everything; the picket lines, the ugly words, and the deep, searing, inner heartbreak of a people that have failed me.
The ticking reminder of time nuzzles against my ribs. Slow down, it says. Do less, take in more.
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.
A little virtual reality experiment you can try right now.
A layoff happens, and all I can think is, did I put my trust in the wrong person? Was I not watching the road? Who was in the driver's seat all this time?
To attend The Camping Trip for the second year in a row, but this time as performer--I felt like a ten year old girl with a bag full of jelly beans.
Nature is lovely as long as it's not too nature-y. Sukkot seems in harmony with that notion.
There is the woman everyone sees, the one devoted to the community and her family. And then there is the woman no one sees. The infertile woman.
The laws prohibiting speaking or believing loshon hara, motzi shem ra, and rechilus are some of the hardest in Torah to keep.