The Rebbe’s prescription for getting close to Gd: mitzvahs.
Rachel's assignment? To cover the topic, “Why don’t we talk about Gd enough?”
Your birth anointed me with the pure oil of fatherhood, crowned me with a diadem jeweled with responsibilities and burnished with tears.
A reflection on that moment between acceptance and speech
where for just a moment you question everything
Elizabeth learns to "bridge worlds", and to reject the idea of different worlds being separate in the first place.
I am but one of the legions of indigenous people wrested of our mother-tongues, mouths colonized. I want my words back.
