As a grown-up, I wonder what makes kids love hiding in small, hidden spaces. Are they nostalgic for the womb, where every need was met?
As I stood there engrossed in the age-old words, my heart took over. I’m so lonely, Hashem. The words seemed to form themselves,
Two tiny words to bridge chasms, repair rifts, mend hearts. Five women, and the ways they said,
It’s a good thing it was my mother who introduced me to Harry Potter because she had no one but herself to blame for my obsession
Five women — a skipper, a mathematics professor, a biomedical researcher, a house painter, and a mortgage broker — on being frum and female in male-dominated professions
The tears of Tishah B’Av contain every pain. They can also contain the seeds of our redemption,
