What Teshuva is required of a person who has been stolen from?
Here I am; cringing as I attempt to flip my perspective upside down. As I turn the self-criticism dial to the right, and wonder would it would look like to spend the last few moments of Elul thinking about love instead.
A letter to my daughters about why love is not a pop song and forgiveness takes guts.
I open the hallway closet and choose my weapon. I go for the broom and dustpan. I drag the broom...
On Yom Kippur, we're handed a clean slate. Possibly the greatest gift that cancer gave me was a renewed desire and ability for forgiveness regardless of who was at fault.
