We are all products of the triumphs and foibles of our parents. Perhaps one difference is that while some of us try our hardest to forget, others of us work just as hard to keep our memories alive.
I'm still sad about this chilling encounter.
I was terrified... and then I exulted.
I figured out what I most liked about the book Ariel Samson, Freelance Rabbi on its last page, in its very last line.
The truth is shining real bright right before our eyes. None of us are free, If one of us is chained, None of us are free.
Potential experiments are everywhere, but I'm afraid.
No one can claim a monopoly on the truth.
How can I connect to my roots while feeling so ungrounded?
