In Jerusalem, it is possible to go to a holy place, just be there, and walk away feeling more centered and whole. New York takes more effort, and these places are my recommendations.
It's not until way into the night, when the summer sun is completely gone and the sky has finally settled into blackness, that Zvi's dad emerges from the storeroom.
NYC is glorious: the street life, the food, the energy. But Boston is much cheaper and carries much less stress. The dilemma is intense and even spiritual.
I'm so alone in Brooklyn. Will I ever felt like I did in Israel? Will I ever find a home?
There are a group of people determined to get every Jew to move to Israel. Here's why I'll never listen to them, and why I'm committed to staying in the US for the rest of my life. #longread
Tsivia was the girl all the boys wanted to tease, then wanted to marry, then could never find the courage to talk to.
Every inch of the store serves him with a different memory.
Crown Heights has an eruv. You might disapprove. But threatening to tear it down is a jerky, crappy move.
I've never understood the vast appeal of sex, flirting, and the like. Because of this, the world can feel confusing and strange. Still, I hesitate to label myself "asexual": the term seems too clinical for my freewheeling spirit.
These should be my people. I should be one of them.
