Sometimes it's just so good to go to the bathroom. Not the act itself, but the act of leaving behind the world and making yourself alone.
You have been given a special gift: a mother's gut. Now you need to expose its beautiful power.
There was something different about us, those whose parents came to halachic Judaism later in life -- and I wondered if it was just me who noticed it.
Your birth anointed me with the pure oil of fatherhood, crowned me with a diadem jeweled with responsibilities and burnished with tears.
Pay no attention to my complaints. This is one of the best decisions I ever made.
When it's just me, I can get away with being afraid. But when my baby is involved, it seems I have no choice but to buck up and face whatever scary happening is tormenting me.
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
My wife and I are celebrating ten years together. But we chose to push off having kids.
Would I really rather be mistaken for a Hipster than a Hasid?
