The group I imagined was splendid. But since when is something that seems wondrous actually wondrous and not, you know, a cult, or whatever?
Seven years later I could tell you that I’ve found the same venue for joy within observant Judaism, but I haven’t.
You have been given a special gift: a mother's gut. Now you need to expose its beautiful power.
This is very hard to have to write. But I do feel like I have to. Even though it’s making me physically ill to do so. Even though you already know how the story ends.
That was my life now. Blank. I was diving into the scary unknown and for the first time in my life I was not going to have a say on my future. So I deflated my ego down to 6 words.
When it's just me, I can get away with being afraid. But when my baby is involved, it seems I have no choice but to buck up and face whatever scary happening is tormenting me.
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
My wife and I are celebrating ten years together. But we chose to push off having kids.
Rachel's assignment? To cover the topic, “Why don’t we talk about Gd enough?”
