I was 4 years old when I asked my dad about the oiled African American muscle men in majestic flexed poses, “Why is he brown?” That was when I first realized there could be offense attached to skin color.
It feels strange to start my writing on Hevria by admitting I'm speechless. But they wouldn't let me publish a niggun.
Describing the era immediately preceding the Big Bang and ensuing inception of life as we know it, the Kabbalists describe how this unified intelligence shattered, sending sparks of primordial light throughout what would soon become our entire universe. These luminescent shards of the ultimate source-code remain hidden away to this day, concealed in mundane aspects of our life, waiting for someone to come along and decode the message
Jewish music is a hard concept to grasp. It has no exact specification, no instrument that dictates its sound, no...
You never know how you'll be changed at the holiest place on earth...
This ain’t no single, this is a concept album. Let’s call this track two, continued from “What the F*** Is...
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
It was the third date with the man that would become my husband and I asked him, "There are two kinds of people in this world: Those that want to change the world and those that are happy focusing on the world around them… you know, their own life. I want to change the world. What about you?"
