I'm in Cambodia, and I just found out that part of my house burned down. My parents are okay, but everything is gone. And yet... nothing's changed.
There's something about the way Shabbat is Shabbat wherever I go.
I lowered the criteria for success. A lot. Try it!
I hesitate to affiliate with any group, but somehow, Jews keep finding and charming me, probably because I'm one of them.
At 16, I flatly refused to go to church anymore because of my near #metoo moment with a minister. I never told my mother. I knew she wouldn't believe me.
