I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
I don't want to be ashamed of anything I write. But I also don't want to write anything I'd be ashamed of, and I am.
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
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.
It is always an interesting experiment to go to Art Basel in Miami with the intent of discovering contemporary Jewish art. The odds are good that there will simply be nothing to report on.
It feels strange to start my writing on Hevria by admitting I'm speechless. But they wouldn't let me publish a niggun.
Jewish music is a hard concept to grasp. It has no exact specification, no instrument that dictates its sound, no...
My daughter and I made this today — we found the frame, covered in dirt in a heap of rubble...
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