A child in its mother’s womb does not know “I” and “you,” cannot yet live as “we.” It knows only...
Oh Brooklyn, my never-home, but host to my family for the past 12 years, here’s to you!
With the fluorescents dimmed and the streets tamed, our eyes meet
This was the day when she would finally become normal.
There was too much blood on the day I was born. An invitation, an opportunity for an untimely death.
For the sin we committed before You through sexual immorality… through knowledge and deception… thinking what we shouldn’t ...through inappropriate speech…
But you don’t think about Shabbat. You do Shabbat. How?
