If kugel could talk, it might say Shema.
If it seems like everything's shattering, that's because it is.
The old adage goes, “You can never go home again”. So when I've spent so much time on the road and finally walk through that door once again, what am I returning to, exactly?
There's a reason Thoreau got all inspired by nature.
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.
I've written some sketchy things. It's out there. And I'm trying to learn not to be ashamed of them.
Somewhere in a midrash it describes how during the plague of darkness the darkness was so thick that the Egyptians were unable to move around. That’s how I feel, spiritually. I feel like the darkness is so thick that I cannot move an inch.
You, mama, will be You more than you’ve ever been You in your life.
This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
