words from the soul
My previous post touched on the journey my family has been on together. Although we are currently on the same page, my husband and I took different paths and followed forks in the road that sometimes seemed like they would never meet. After the birth of our son, I felt so disconnected from Judaism and lost in … Continue reading Sometimes, I Cry Alone in the Night
Sometimes, when I am feeling particularly reflective, I imagine my life as a boy. I wonder if I would make the choices I make today, had I been a boy. I think that I would, because I believe my gender plays only a small part in my human make-up. Maybe the road here would have … Continue reading The Wicked Daughter
I am woman; I am tired of roaring. For as long as I can remember, my throat burned from the constant constriction of my vocal cords fighting to be heard in a world where I was made second. From his rib, you were formed, by his side you shall stay… If it helps you accept … Continue reading I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar
My heart was pounding furiously, my limbs tense and waiting, as I slowly placed the headphones over my ears. Carefully, I slid deeper into the cave I had created with blankets and pillows, hiding alone in my locked room with a chair propped against the door. I was ready. My sweaty palms held the Walkman … Continue reading The Fear Factor
It was about bechira, naturally. I was in third grade. I asked the usual question and got called an apikorus because I said it didn't make sense. In fourth grade it was about nevuah in fifth grade, har sinai, in sixth, yetzer hara, and in seventh I got tired so I stopped asking with my … Continue reading I Am Doubt, Hear Me Roar
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