There is a point at which weird turns into nerdy, and nerdy turns into not cool. I have crossed that threshold.
How can we ask G-d for forgiveness when we don't even grant it to ourselves?
This Elul is testing my belief that "women's work" actually counts as avodas Hashem. Now I have to really believe in the holiness of raising a baby.
Days before Rosh Hashanah, I want to hear all your sense memories. If your year was a song, what would it be?
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.
The days of black and white definitions are gone. We are colorful, dynamic and full of texture -- and our connection to Gd defies all bins.
