Literature; Writing

And [Moses] was there (on Mount Sinai) with G‑d forty days and forty nights; bread he did not eat and water he did not drink (Exodus 34:28). Very interesting. Have you ever tried it?

I had spent hours casting about for some suitable activity that could serve as a replacement for the speaking, but thus far, I had come up with nothing

A personal account of the Lubavitcher Rebbe's attitude towards Feminism

Every life has one: the power-that-be who guards the mandate of the publication, decides which articles will see the light of day, and suggests/insists on the changes to be made in the content and wording

To serve or not to serve is not the question, and it is not the choice. Every character serves the author. The choice is only about how you serve--directly, playing the good guy, or indirectly, playing the villain

The second level emerges when Torah becomes not just an acquisition of knowledge and a subject-object encounter—an “I” facing “it”—but a personal meeting place, an “I” facing “you,” or better yet, a “we” relationship . . .

I gave birth about eight weeks ago and this is the first time since then that I've had the opportunity to sit down unencumbered and type my soul into this ever-patient and forgiving box of wires...

Six months ago I had a late-stage miscarriage, and gave birth to a baby that had passed away in the fifth month. I got out of the hospital, and began to write...

We all are writers. At birth we are given a fresh blank piece of paper and the mandate to write on it whatever we wish.

When I write, I wait. I meditate. But then the bizarre happens. As the letters fly from my fingers, I lose control. The seed that started this process is growing on its own.