Parshah
At night, without knowing the happy ending, without being able to imagine a ray of light, without understanding the kindness, let us just believe
Parshah
If one is supposed to pray for another and does not do so it is considered as terrible as stealing!
LifeTakes
Stripped of my sophisticated boots, my secret is exposed. I can hear the rumors, spreading among the shadchanim with the rustling leaves
Musings
I had been afraid that going to the Kosel would fill me, satiate me so that I wouldn’t need anything more
The sunshine remains hidden. And the light that could fill the room is extinguished