The rush of the risk of disposing of something I might need- in the hopes that the universe will replenish what I want- opens me up, like the greatest chakra work, and I’m fearless because of it.
For me, it's Haman. It's not as awkward as it seems, I promise.
Because once a Lubavitcher, always a Lubavitcher. #amiright?
The world is a whole lot bigger now.
No angel of G0d came, no replacement animal happened by the scene. Abraham slashed down at the neck of his blessed son, spilling his blood on the holy mountain.
The game made us laugh, debate, and venture into un-PC territory. It also showed me that I did have a community.
A live performance of "New-Style Inauguration" shot by Eric Zimmerman
What, if anything, would I march for?
