I had never heard about Faigy Mayer until today. But her suicide brought me hurtling back into what these days are supposed to be about, and a community we often ignore.
Tonight, he stops to look at me- like really look at me. Except I sense that his eyes are also looking through me, to somewhere halfway in-between my skin and the deep inner recesses of his warmly kept memories.
We blame authority for the problems in society. Or we blame others for not listening to authority. But we aren't looking where it matters: ourselves.
You crafted me in blood and muscles and imagination,
mashed-up bits and
leftover corners of my ancestry
Embarrassing admission: I had great fun at a Mensa conference. But the group's test-driven philosophy clashes with my deep-seated sense of the human mind and soul.
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.
This has been the saddest year of my life and also the most fulfilling. Coincidence?... I think not!
What's the point of remembering when memories are flawed anyway?
A conversation about how to honor people, the Torah, and the nuances of public vs. private life turns into a conversation about how we define frum -- about what makes an observant person observant.
And here’s where I start to get uncomfortable.
There is nothing neutral about this land. Israelis are firm and determined and, yes, often obnoxious. And everyone has opinions. About everything.
