In my room, I let myself be. There was no right, or wrong, no socially acceptable PC answers. There was no judgment, no awkwardness, just me.
The closets in my home had the power to move through the walls! My house was surely the coolest on the block,
Two tiny words to bridge chasms, repair rifts, mend hearts. Five women, and the ways they said,
It’s a good thing it was my mother who introduced me to Harry Potter because she had no one but herself to blame for my obsession
Five women — a skipper, a mathematics professor, a biomedical researcher, a house painter, and a mortgage broker — on being frum and female in male-dominated professions
The tears of Tishah B’Av contain every pain. They can also contain the seeds of our redemption,
