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After that, she lost all sense of structure. All the boundaries fell away, all the definitions. Inside. Outside. Reality. Imagination. Time. Mind. Body.

“This is a disaster,” I told my mother after one near-miss with a dress and bowl of batter.

It is not the job of public schools to indoctrinate students in any orthodoxy, racial, gender, or otherwise.

Before helping, ask yourself why you’re doing it

"He doesn’t attempt to be that typical, uber-polished frum singer — rather, he projects sincere, honest, and unique musical expression, and that touches me"

Something seemed strange to me, though I couldn’t put my finger on it.