Depression takes Tisha B’Av as an invitation to tangle your brain waves into a tumbleweed of destruction. Depression is flirting with you under a red light, providing some anonymous sense of comfort but no real manoach.
A stranger on a rooftop teaches Elizabeth how to keep Shabbat and keep her sanity.
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.
College was the grand disappointment. It was the kidnapping of my inner self, an abrupt shaking of everything I held dear, a promise of salvation that was horribly forgotten.
My father would never come back. I never got to say goodbye. Was it all my fault?
Loving with reckless abandon is the best act of revolution.
I suited up in my protective camouflage and allowed myself to fly away into the spiritual arms of God. I swore...
If it seems like everything's shattering, that's because it is.
Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
