What's the point of talking about ourselves? What's the point in avoiding it?
Stop confusing righteousness with pathology. It’s insulting to actual tzaddikim.
Something changed for our family as we experienced terror and went from the fourth night of Chanukah, to the fifth.
I feel like a visitor to the earth. This place is absurd but oddly thrilling. I've learned to cope and even enjoy it. I may not be home, but I'm here.
It's time to get happy: Mishe. Nichnas. Adar. Y'all ready for this?
While I had begun to figure out my Judaism in college, Rick had been redeveloping his own Christian faith. I met my wife through this involvement, and now Rick had met his as well.
Brown's memoir is good. It would be reassuring to parents and siblings of autistic children, and is especially helpful in cultivating compassion in outsiders for the families of autistic children.