I’m lonely for a real leader. I’m surrounded by charismatic pulpit Rabbis, authors, lecturers, Halachic geniuses and community activists-- yet something is missing. I don’t feel like there’s anyone out there fighting for me.
She was what was known as a bad girl and I was a goody-two-shoes...
You are a violent glamour, a dagger carved from obsidian.
"Two Jews, three opinions," the saying describes...but how is the strong-willed Jew to express his/her gripes about fellow Jews while remaining loyal to the framework of our national oneness?
We are all leaders, ready to shine our light through the thick darkness. So to my fellow revolutionaries I say: this is not just about abuse, sex, or power- there’s more.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
To so many common expectations, I say: "I would prefer not to."
If it’s not fun or easy, then it’s hard, and if it’s hard, then who wants to try?