On the beauty of combining our inner tortoise and hare.
If I value Chasidic teachings and modes of thought, is that enough to call myself "Chasidic"? And aren't labels the worst?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a dislike of religious communities. A distaste. A feeling of being closed in. Of being watched.
Of suffocating.
I’m lonely for a real leader. I’m surrounded by charismatic pulpit Rabbis, authors, lecturers, Halachic geniuses and community activists-- yet something is missing. I don’t feel like there’s anyone out there fighting for me.
In which the Power of Prayer once again whips 'limitations' sorry tuches...
The usual outcome of being nine months pregnant is to have a baby. Baruch Hashem, I had one.
The minute you have cancer, you’re either a survivor or a casualty, and, at worst, a victim. Don’t give me the statistics. Like my dad said when he became a cancer survivor over 10 years ago, “You’re either in the 100% or the 0%” (100% alive or 0% alive). When...
