Baalei teshuva get reminded of our backgrounds in the most obscure ways. Here's one example that's coming up a lot recently: Chassidim do not understand Polarfleece.
How can a day that seems so hostile to creativity be the wellspring from which all creativity flows?
Somebody handed me a crying baby. There wasn't really a sense that I was a stranger.
It's time to stop using modesty as a blanket excuse to avoid difficult conversations. The stakes are too high.
I'm not hysterical about Trump, and I don't worry much about anti-Semitism. Though I'm no optimist, the panic surrounding me feels unduly intense. Let's hope I'm right.
