I love intense Facebook conversations, until they turn nasty. Then, my friends, I become an unhappy addict.
There was something different about us, those whose parents came to halachic Judaism later in life -- and I wondered if it was just me who noticed it.
I used to hate small talk. I still mostly do. But I'm starting to think we might be able to redeem it.
Would I really rather be mistaken for a Hipster than a Hasid?
If you had a little tape recorder in my head and pressed record, you’d capture all sorts of stuff. But one thing would emerge - the words I use to talk to myself. And they aren't pretty.
Maybe you're breaking down because you're breaking open because there's a new you inside that's shrieking to come out.
From the moment our souls begin this journey, we’re moving toward something.
Group superiority is not my thing. I prefer to see every soul's stunning potential.
I worked hard, eschewed fun, focused my soul on my book... and got a publishing nightmare. And the sense that maybe, sometimes, the present transcends the future.
