Somewhere in a midrash it describes how during the plague of darkness the darkness was so thick that the Egyptians were unable to move around. That’s how I feel, spiritually. I feel like the darkness is so thick that I cannot move an inch.
What if watching the Olympics together would spark something in her that I cannot control?
There's a reason Thoreau got all inspired by nature.
Intimate sharing is wonderful to a point, but dangerous and even bone-chilling beyond that point. The implications are deep and potentially mystical.
NYC is glorious: the street life, the food, the energy. But Boston is much cheaper and carries much less stress. The dilemma is intense and even spiritual.
The old adage goes, “You can never go home again”. So when I've spent so much time on the road and finally walk through that door once again, what am I returning to, exactly?
What kind of Jewish education, and for whom, is more vital? More nuanced? More indicative of a thriving Jewish future?
My worldview is changing so much that, at this rate, I’m going to be a spectator sports loving fanatic within five years.
“Mommy, next time you daven to Hashem can you please, please, ask for another baby?”
