There's something about the way Shabbat is Shabbat wherever I go.
It's too cold for anything longer than seventeen syllables.
Someone yelled at Yaakov for carrying coffee on Shabbat. Here's what he learned from the experience.
The struggle of having opinions and hating politics wholeheartedly at the same time.
A stranger on a rooftop teaches Elizabeth how to keep Shabbat and keep her sanity.
How can a day that seems so hostile to creativity be the wellspring from which all creativity flows?
Spending Shabbat in a 7-family settlement atop a hill in Samaria.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
I spend the whole week living like a pinball; bouncing and ricocheting through life. By the week’s end, the last thing I need is someone telling me how to relax.
Ask me about my favorite Shabbat experience and this might just be my answer.
