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