It's not seeping into my bones like it used to and I want it back.
This story is based on my life before teshuvah, but it's fiction. It's a picture of a certain time and place where I was, but everything has been cobbled together.
The High Holidays can sometimes feel like being a kid lost in a department store, amiright?
Reuven Chaim Moshe Ben Moshe Chaim Reuven stared out the pod bay window. Another distant planet disappeared out of view, and he let out a sigh. His ship, the Nebuchadnezzar, stabilized and went into hyperdrive. Shabbos was coming, he thought.
Read the origin story of Rachel's new album, The Upward Spiral, a true Hevria original, and why it took a lot of bravery and love to get her where she is today.
Each day I'd get up at ten or eleven, stroll over to Twin Peaks, an old, luxurious bar with velvet cushions on the benches and drinks served in glasses that you drank with your pinky raised up.
You went off to some island. You spent all day speaking in tongues to a king. There was plenty of food and too many people. Now what?
On the things we keep, the things we forget, and the things we abandon.
A short story about love and loyalty and depression.
If the alarm was a sign from Eddie, then I believe it was more than a sign of gratitude. I believe it was a wake-up call.
