I cried for hours, texted you mazel tov so I shouldn’t get into trouble, and cried some more
She’d ripped away the illusion that I was an innocent victim of fate, that some people were popular and others weren’t
LISTEN: How can we hold on to the positive aspects of the quarantine existence?
I don’t fit in a box — I never have. I don’t know any black Jew who does
I dare me
Two women take on reverse dares
I knew exactly what my mother meant by “organizing and cleaning” my closet for Pesach. I would need a miracle to please her