Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
She watches him fearfully as he goes to pieces berating himself: the self-blame, self-hatred, the regret, the desperation
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
How could Yaakov, an ordinary bochur with ordinary interests (sports! grilling! power tools!), ever really understand someone who’s so different?
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
My heart squeezes because he’s captured the crux of his problem: It really may be too late
