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.
Bonding over salads and stories, a relationship changes forever.
‘I’m not that special’ is one of those thoughts that worms its way into your mind and nests in your heart. Now, I typically hate arguing. But I take issue with that statement. Because saying that you're not special is an absolute lie.
The day I ran away from God, was the day I saw the most beautiful sunrise I've ever seen in my whole entire life.
Children accustomed to hearing the booms of missile interceptions and air raid sirens, had witnessed something even more rare; lightening striking the earth right next to them!
I needed to find the meaning in all this. I found two rabbis who comforted me, one from the Talmud, and one from Ohio.
I wanted to get goats, because my people in ancient times were shepherds and because I could be in nature. Also goats eat garbage.
Eve lives inside my skin...she is primal, she is woman, she is curious, she is new, she is wild...Eve is not "The fallen slut that caused all the trouble," though oversimplifications of texts would have us believe that.
An offhand thought about getting fat leads to a whole reminiscence of conservative Hebrew school days of yore.
