A roundabout where entering holds no guarantees of a smooth exit. And once you are in, all entrances and exits disappear ,Where’s My Exit?,A roundabout where entering holds no guarantees of a smooth exit. And once you are in, all entrances and exits disappear
That knowledge, that fear, is paralyzing, and is buried so deep I don’t often let myself stare it in the face
Erev Tishah B’Av. We were two (mostly nice, mostly good) Bais Yaakov girls seeking the answer to a critical question: Could we still brush our teeth????
I tried to cry as silently as possible — I’m good at it. My grandmother turned to me and whispered: “We don’t get to choose”
Seeing the woman did not understand the expression, someone explained: “Gebetene — it means that the children were asked for”
