Freedom drives my life, but maybe I need to transcend it.
I love intense Facebook conversations, until they turn nasty. Then, my friends, I become an unhappy addict.
Rachel's assignment? To cover the topic, “Why don’t we talk about Gd enough?”
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
Intimate sharing is wonderful to a point, but dangerous and even bone-chilling beyond that point. The implications are deep and potentially mystical.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
Learn why sharing what we hate is spiritual... and funny.
Group superiority is not my thing. I prefer to see every soul's stunning potential.
Jewish music is a hard concept to grasp. It has no exact specification, no instrument that dictates its sound, no...