A sci-fi Jewish dystopian story. That's right, you heard me.
for
the splendor.
the receiving.
the taste of aleph-beis on my tongue.
the tambourine beating in my blood.
I don’t think anyone ever anticipates what happened to us will happen to them.
Like Harry Potter, he showed us that we were special, not because we were born with this secret legacy, being Jewish, but because of what we chose to do with it.
Another terror victim has died. She has a remarkable story. This poem is offered up in her memory.
I love it when traditional Jewish philosophy meets R&B. Enjoy this week's installment of parsha playlist.
Nostalgia calls,
Beaming from ancient hillsides,
A legacy lay dormant,
buried in the Judean soil
contoured crests and valleys
unfolding along a lush river of time;
From the time Evan left until college I never felt truly secure with friends. The years in between were filled with anger, loneliness, and an inability to feel close to anyone, until I met Simcha. Suddenly it occurred to me that I could try mixing my art with my religion.
I needed to find the meaning in all this. I found two rabbis who comforted me, one from the Talmud, and one from Ohio.
