We just came through Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur’s around the corner. And I can’t stop thinking of death approaching on the roaring winds of this ruthless and deadly storm.
“Mommy, next time you daven to Hashem can you please, please, ask for another baby?”
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
Potential experiments are everywhere, but I'm afraid.
Rachel wants you to be free. Even if it's scary.
2018, my optimism is as great as my fear. Be glorious, and grow no more.
I was terrified... and then I exulted.
Open your arms wide and greet every struggle that has ever touched you.
Life has always been brutal and unfair, and we have always survived and even thrived. That won't change now.
