“I don’t know what I am, but what happened to me no longer defines me”

“I wish I could present myself as I am without feeling ashamed of something that’s really not shameful at all”

He gave us one of the most beautiful brachos we’ve ever received, “May you have much bruchah, hatzluchah, and nachas”

If we got engaged at the same time, no one would have to leave the other behind

These beautiful girls shouldn’t come out of interviews sobbing, feeling degraded

What can I say, what can I do, with this realization? Thank you? How woefully inadequate

At a time when I could have used a little bit of warmth, I was faced with you and your hostility

There’s a dilemma that holds me back before responding with that very resounding “Yes”

But then you push it too far. You think you can stretch “happy kiddo” to chap arein Shemoneh Esreh

It’s difficult to define the parameters of our relationship. I’m not a practicing therapist, and you’re not my client