Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
"...you must be correct to assume
That I am “just like every other Jew”
Whatever that means…
Since you’re one too "
A reflection on that moment between acceptance and speech
where for just a moment you question everything
Loving a person who is depressed gives such power to the smallest words.
A poem of correspondence. So many students, so many stories.
What if there's a non-Hasidic version of every Hasid just waiting out there and living their own life?
Rachel's assignment? To cover the topic, “Why don’t we talk about Gd enough?”
