Seven years later I could tell you that I’ve found the same venue for joy within observant Judaism, but I haven’t.
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
I had slammed a door on the purest part of my soul. And for what? Like a baby crying out for its mother, I had denied its outstretched arms, turned the key, and plugged my ears to the cries.
No politics. Pass all the food. And tell us your life story.
To put it bluntly, I flirt.
My worldview is changing so much that, at this rate, I’m going to be a spectator sports loving fanatic within five years.
I remember a year ago when you were there for me, holding on in the same way and telling me that I was so beautiful. Now I understand.
I felt something boil up inside me. I simply could not take it anymore. I interrupted him, “Stop telling me what not to do and tell me what TO do!!”
