Shabbat is a time of peace, but for an anxiety-sufferer, the quiet can be a struggle in itself.
for
the splendor.
the receiving.
the taste of aleph-beis on my tongue.
the tambourine beating in my blood.
Is Yeshiva education still relevant in a secular world?
I inventoried, checked boxes, made graphs. It all adds up to nothing, zilch, nada.
A poem about the loneliness and invisibility of aging single women in the Jewish community, together with the vulnerability that comes with being on one's own.
Loving with reckless abandon is the best act of revolution.
This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
Children are being torn from the arms of their mothers.
Without intending to be nostalgic for a time that isn’t mine
