My mother's death has given me a new appreciation for how she lived her life.
A guest poster deals with the struggle to let go of the broken love of her parents without letting go of the concept of love itself. (NSFF - Not Safe For Frum)
They sat side-by-side—Dad steering, Mom in the passenger seat—each speaking Yiddish so my brother and I wouldn’t know what they were saying or where
we were going next.
Is it still possible to find meaning in davening when we need all the time just to say the words?
It took a Hevria retreat to help me realize I was part of the problem.
My leaders are the people who are in the struggle with me, not the ones looking down from above.
Memories from staying with my grandparents in Tashkent after WWII.
When I was a child, they
taught me the words of
the Kedushah and I
swore I could hear the
angels catapulting into
creation right there before
me.
When Sol Linderman notices that Meir Epstein is wearing tefillin on Shabbos, he knows that a mistake has been made. But, whose mistake is it?