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The night we met with the cantor, my almost-13-year-old son announced: “I’m a scientist, and also I’m an atheist.”
I start my day stressed out, and it usually progresses that way until bedtime. ..
I demand of my heart, no tears at Auschwitz.
It has to be simple and unadorned, but its significance is far from simple.
Interesting, she didn’t say that she’s tired or overwhelmed or overworked, but weak; the woman actually thinks that she is weak.
I’ve read the Tehillim portion in English on trains, buses, in Starbucks coffee shops and anywhere necessary to stick to my commitment.
I can handle your tantrum because I know three things with absolute certainty.
I believe in G‑d. Even before I became Torah observant, I felt His hand dancing through the events of my life. I saw purpose behind both the good and the bad, the happy and the painful.
I found myself in a murky world, sailing around and around and around in excruciating circles. There was often no seashore in sight.
I woke up feeling like I shouldn’t fly. And while I know people who’ve altered their plans on a feeling, I was never one of them; I refused to let fear make my choices.
This tiny watch has actually taught me something valuable about the way we approach our lives on a daily basis.
It began with a late-night text from Dena, a close friend of mine: “Don’t want you to worry, but we had a fire. Thank G‑d, we managed to get out in time, but the house is gone.”
We learn our uniquely designed lessons from our limitations and from our lows. Somehow, we need the darkness for our essence to emerge as well.
She lived in the Chabad center where I worked, but we rarely ever saw her, save for the few times a day when she came outside for a smoke, wearing dirty pajamas and mumbling to herself.
How exactly do I find myself in Belgium—to attend a Paris wedding?