As morning stoked light and warmth into the earth, I looked up once more, into the glow of golden sun, and told G-d that now I understood
If it was a matter of right or wrong, it would be simpler. But nothing is right or wrong these days; everything has six sides and three opinions
What are the things that I desperately hang onto, not knowing their worth or what binds me to them?
Who will live and flourish and grow within the hallways of this building, and who will die inside
The Bluzhever Rebbe did not allow seats to be assigned in his shul. “Whoever wants to come daven with me is welcome,” he would say simply
Before is your cookies and cupcakes, sesame chicken and sweet-and-sour meatballs, Wednesday night schnitzel. Roast on Yom Tov, a second potato kugel for Friday afternoon, and spelt challah every Shabbos. After is the rest of us divvying up Shabbos duties.
