My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
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.
From Hasidic questioners to rebellious nuns and priests, limit-pushers within tight-knit groups have a special camaraderie. I'm jealous.
I had just gotten back to the states from Yeshiva in Israel, and didn’t know what to do with myself.
The struggle of having opinions and hating politics wholeheartedly at the same time.
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.
Maybe you're breaking down because you're breaking open because there's a new you inside that's shrieking to come out.
Rachel wants you to be free. Even if it's scary.
