I knew then that he was my soul and I was his voice.
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“There’s no girl,” he said in mock-sorrow.
Ruth watched as the mobs came.
On Sukkos, we shake the four species three times ahead at הוֹדוּ, back at טוֹב, up at לְעוֹלָם and down at חַסְדוֹ. Is there any lesson that these words teach us?
In some ways, I conceive of Hashem as the greatest of writers. Except, instead of working with fictional characters in a fictional world, he works with real people in the real world.
Returning is about asking hard questions. Many of these questions have never been asked until now, perhaps, because we’ve been too frightened of learning the answers. But the time has come to ask those questions.
“Never mind the garden! Let’s have the story!” Shifra demanded.
“Did the other guy leave?” I asked the cabbie.
“No other guy,” he answered, in a Filipino accent, “We’re here.”
In the yeshiva on the mountainside
We gather to entreat the Lord of all
bs”d It is amazing to me, the smell of the hay. There are so many things I can no longer smell. They’ve just vanished, bit by bit from my reality. All of my senses are dulled, like I’m retreating from the world. I look up, the barn is still far away. A long walk Read more