It was happening again. Again I’d found myself in a group social setting and again was suffering from Overunder Syndrome (OUS). For those of you unfamiliar with this condition (and for those of you who are, but in undiagnosed form), I’ll explain. Whenever necessity or circumstance sequesters me together for any appreciable length of Read more
The spiritual dimension
It feels funny telling people that Lag b’Omer is my favorite holiday. I mean, officially it’s not even a holiday at all. It has no ‘halachos’, other than not saying tachanun, and it doesn’t even have the traditional signature foods that give the Yomim Tovim so much flavor. But, what can I say? There’s just Read more
It’s a world of addictions today. We’re losing our minds. We haven’t got the freedom to choose what we are recording in our nefesh, and that’s what’s going to remain with us.
Inside, you imagine the streets are flooded,
We’ve been led to believe that there is simply no alternative. There are tears in the corners of my eyes. I try to be strong for my husband. And then I find myself alone, dressed in the hospital white gown.
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.
Don’t speak of it, holy readers, but know that there are corners of the internet inhabited by strange, ghoulish people without names or souls.
I was deeply shaken by this experience of moving around the sanctuary in front of the deceased lying up there on the altar in his casket. I felt that over there on the altar was a very real presence waiting for the events of the day to unfold.
Illusion ceases to play its game when you can grab it. Its whole power lies in its inability to be grasped.
Entertainment picks beckon
The taste suddenly ashen