Shimon was a rebbi’s dream. Moshe was a rebbi’s nightmare. Ovadia was somewhere in-between: an average student. Or so we thought.
People need to know they can get better,More Happy Endings,People need to know they can get better
Whatever the issue was, she would tell me to be mevater and do what Uri wanted. “It’s not that important,” she would say
No history is monochromatic,Down with the Pyramids!,No history is monochromatic
Outside, it’s just a drab warehouse in an Israeli industrial park, but inside, it’s a trip to the fragrant fields of India and Ceylon,On Site: My Cup of Tea,Outside, it’s just a drab warehouse in an Israeli industrial park, but inside, it’s a trip to the fragrant fields of India and Ceylon
Painful as it was to hear that Naftali blamed me for his addiction, I had attended Nar-Anon long enough to know that addicts invariably blame others
