Somebody handed me a crying baby. There wasn't really a sense that I was a stranger.
I did not have a good run up to, or a good time during, the High Holidays. The rain and the mosquitoes made hanging out in a sukkah a lot less fun than it was supposed to be.
Yes, my justice-driven friends, there IS an occupation happening in Israel. It is a PreOccupation - and it is taking over all of our computer screens.
Can seemingly small pleasures and appreciation of daily life foster great insight?
Excluded from special help as a young student, I—and many others—should get it in adulthood.
Bad treatment brings challenge, adventure, and humor if you open your mind.
I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
She was what was known as a bad girl and I was a goody-two-shoes...