Tears will sow fields of teshuvaUntil the water dries upAnd my psalms are naked But the blotched inkStill remembersHow we...
I once had a beautiful woman in my life. She filled my heart with passion, making it swell till it felt like it would burst.
A poem about the holiness of the imperfect perfection of the marks left on a woman as she brings the beauty that is life into the world.
How a medical student's visit to the Betty Ford Center changed his perspective on choice, nullification of will, and Judaism as a whole.
Thirteen years ago we first fought over Crayola markers in the Jewish nursery school...
Zion’s roads are in mourning, empty of festival pilgrims; all her gates are deserted.Lamentations 1:4 I. January. Upstate New York.The...
After years in an abusive marriage, I've learned some lessons about marriage that you don't usually hear in shalom bayis classes. Here they are, and here is my story.
