The group I imagined was splendid. But since when is something that seems wondrous actually wondrous and not, you know, a cult, or whatever?
People plan and G-d laughs. But what should we do after our plans go off the rails?
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
There was something different about us, those whose parents came to halachic Judaism later in life -- and I wondered if it was just me who noticed it.
The second series of The Hevria Sessions launched recently, and with that I want to pull back the curtain a...
Food, you are sublime, terrifying, and filled with struggle. I love you, but why must you cause such guilt and fear?
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
This is very hard to have to write. But I do feel like I have to. Even though it’s making me physically ill to do so. Even though you already know how the story ends.
