In which Chaya risks speaking her true feelings about female Rabbis...
I stand with the planet. I stand with the plant spirits. I stand with love. I stand with love. I stand with love. I hereby declare, I do solemnly care.
I recently found out that diamonds are…do you know how old diamonds are? They have been around for anincredibly long...
How could they predict you’d claim your scars as splendor?
Spending the summer with my grandmother, who was beyond her time, made me reflect upon my own.
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
This is very hard to have to write. But I do feel like I have to. Even though it’s making me physically ill to do so. Even though you already know how the story ends.
What, if anything, would I march for?
I remember a year ago when you were there for me, holding on in the same way and telling me that I was so beautiful. Now I understand.
I was walking when I saw them. A group of teenagers, seventeen or eighteen, clad in black hats and white shirts, untucked after hours of Friday drinking.