My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.
I’m seeing bald eagles tendering their letters of resignation, unwilling to be guilty by association.
What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
Nostalgia calls,
Beaming from ancient hillsides,
A legacy lay dormant,
buried in the Judean soil
contoured crests and valleys
unfolding along a lush river of time;
There’s a slippery slope between binding, Torah laws, customs, and community norms that attempt to socialize people through fear and control. And lately, this whole thing is bothering me. A lot.
The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
Chillent sounds like they can be the coolest chassidishe wedding band in the land or open a jamband festival featuring the likes of Phish, Gov’t Mule, and Blues Traveler.
Abortion is not wrong, but its ramifications may be more enormous than most of us imagine. Reviews of books, theater, and other art forms aren't wrong either, but often they're anti-soul.
Would I really rather be mistaken for a Hipster than a Hasid?