Elizabeth learns to "bridge worlds", and to reject the idea of different worlds being separate in the first place.
Group superiority is not my thing. I prefer to see every soul's stunning potential.
Would I really rather be mistaken for a Hipster than a Hasid?
From Hasidic questioners to rebellious nuns and priests, limit-pushers within tight-knit groups have a special camaraderie. I'm jealous.
Potash Feldspar woke up and looked at the time. There, glowing brighter as the day progressed, the information projected on the closed drapes read 8:01AM. 58 degrees Fahrenheit. Hanetz at 8:45AM. His tired old eyes widened slowly and he rolled over to see his wife lying next to him, still sound asleep. Mr. Feldspar got dressed and put on his watch, which synced effortlessly to the drapes and his vitals came on screen. “Modeh Ani L’fanechah” he began to recite to himself.
I had just gotten back to the states from Yeshiva in Israel, and didn’t know what to do with myself.
