The truth is shining real bright right before our eyes. None of us are free, If one of us is chained, None of us are free.
I will always pick this philosophy that I have to tread lightly on or it will crack like yachatz.
I cannot lie down on it, lean left on it, like a soft pillow and find comfort in it like fresh bread.
I open the hallway closet and choose my weapon. I go for the broom and dustpan. I drag the broom...
Why I break out of my routine every year to immerse myself in the stories and wisdom of the people who have sacrificed for our country.
A new version of an ancient song from the Haggadah for your Pesach pleasure.
