My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? Cut? Bleeding? ,Lifetakes: Waiting for My Miracle,My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? Cut? Bleeding?
Realization dawned: This was not a secret addition to our own house; it was simply a sneak peek into our neighbor’s home.
I don’t live here, I’ve got to go home. Will I ever recapture the connection I feel here, on this little porch?
They simply didn’t know how to pray. And yet… they came to shul. Just because. Because it’s Friday night and a Yid goes to shul,Lifetakes: A Yid’s Place,They simply didn’t know how to pray. And yet… they came to shul. Just because. Because it’s Friday night and a Yid goes to shul
Mussaf starts, the table is full, yet I feel so alone. The room has been cleansed of a whole decade of women, the twenty-pluses.
“It should be as your teshuvah, in case you were mistaken. Although, sheifelah, I’m not convinced that you were”
