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.
It’s never too early—or too late—to leave the madness behind.
What kind of Jewish education, and for whom, is more vital? More nuanced? More indicative of a thriving Jewish future?
A stranger on a rooftop teaches Elizabeth how to keep Shabbat and keep her sanity.
This world's logistics overwhelm me. Appointments, lunch dates: aaaah! But usually, I get by. Me being me, it all feels kind of mystical.
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?
Choices of all kinds fill our lives. Maybe they're meaningless; maybe they're everything. I tend towards an intermediate approach....
For so many years I defined myself by standing out, by being iconoclastic. How did I become a person who wants to look like everyone else?
This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
