What's the point of talking about ourselves? What's the point in avoiding it?
I had just arrived from Israel. I was scared to wear a kippah. My rabbi disagreed. But it was renting a car that changed everything for me.
There's been a lot of talk about "Neo-Hasidus" these days. Here's the Pop Chassid's take on this identity, whether he fits it, and whether it matters. #longread
“Mommy, next time you daven to Hashem can you please, please, ask for another baby?”
I'm in Cambodia, and I just found out that part of my house burned down. My parents are okay, but everything is gone. And yet... nothing's changed.
What's with all the confessional writing on sites like ours (and all over the web)? Isn't it selfish? Wouldn't it be better to write outside of ourselves?
