I exist beyond biology....I am a warrior and my cause is honesty...I choose to feel everything.
“Mommy, next time you daven to Hashem can you please, please, ask for another baby?”
We fumble with the balance between tradition and innovation. Who will win?
Somehow, we learn that modesty is about externals. About hemlines. About shame. About sex. Yet is it?
I remember a year ago when you were there for me, holding on in the same way and telling me that I was so beautiful. Now I understand.
In a world seemingly absent of Soul, what’s the point of Peoplehood, anyway?
Am I the only one that feels this way?