I don’t live here, I’ve got to go home. Will I ever recapture the connection I feel here, on this little porch?
They simply didn’t know how to pray. And yet… they came to shul. Just because. Because it’s Friday night and a Yid goes to shul,Lifetakes: A Yid’s Place,They simply didn’t know how to pray. And yet… they came to shul. Just because. Because it’s Friday night and a Yid goes to shul
Mussaf starts, the table is full, yet I feel so alone. The room has been cleansed of a whole decade of women, the twenty-pluses.
“It should be as your teshuvah, in case you were mistaken. Although, sheifelah, I’m not convinced that you were”
I was dumbstruck, because the funny thing was: She looked just like me. Same build, similar face, same hair, same voice, for goodness’ sake!
A peripheral glance through my children’s arts and crafts reveals an alarming pattern; I’m lauding intelligence, success… just like my parents
