Days before Rosh Hashanah, I want to hear all your sense memories. If your year was a song, what would it be?
I felt something boil up inside me. I simply could not take it anymore. I interrupted him, “Stop telling me what not to do and tell me what TO do!!”
I had no business saying yes to this opportunity, but saying yes taught me something valuable that still gives me strength today.
Sometimes it takes more than positive thinking to get yourself out of a funk. Sometimes it takes a playlist. This is mine.
Another holiday season is fast approaching. Who have you been this year? Were you your best self? Were you even...
“G-d needs us to believe in Him,” Rev. Vince extols us, “just like you need someone to believe in you.”
None of my own accomplishments matter. I only want what you have.
The High Priest felt a single drop of sweat cascade down his brow. That distraction paled as the High Priest’s ears perked up to catch one choral voice gratingly out of harmony with his brethren.
I had slammed a door on the purest part of my soul. And for what? Like a baby crying out for its mother, I had denied its outstretched arms, turned the key, and plugged my ears to the cries.
