“I thought of a buyer,” I told her quickly. “Me!” Shortly after I decided not to return to the halls of ivy where I taught college students with varying degrees of interest (or disinterest) in what I had to share, I met a friend on the avenue. As we spoke, she shared that she was
“These sefarim are my fathers and teachers. When I was very young, I saved penny after penny so that I could purchase them. I went without bread to be able to buy another sefer for my home.”
The demands on the modern-day religious woman pull her in 30 different directions at all times. We move on to the next task without finishing the first
I researched until I felt like I had an accurate grasp of the studies and concerns. And I came to the conclusion that tackling this topic directly is important — and impossible.