This is the ultimate 1992 bat mitzvah party mix. I dare you not to dance.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
Restore I/Me/Us/We to our natural state.
Remind I/Me/Us/We that all we actually do is vibrate.
Reuven Chaim Moshe Ben Moshe Chaim Reuven stared out the pod bay window. Another distant planet disappeared out of view, and he let out a sigh. His ship, the Nebuchadnezzar, stabilized and went into hyperdrive. Shabbos was coming, he thought.
Baalei teshuva get reminded of our backgrounds in the most obscure ways. Here's one example that's coming up a lot recently: Chassidim do not understand Polarfleece.
She is a bottomless top-shelf gimlet.
She is built of bloody bruised knuckles.
How to be half-Russian, half-Orthodox, and half-religious, but a whole Jew.
A Yom Kippur reflection on the yearning for Gd in the midst of running away from His people.
