Even More Freidom
Jerusalem Flakes
The streets were windy.
Dark.
Grey and overbearing.
Little slits carved into limestone to accommodate passerby.
Endless tunnels, where people lived...
You Don’t Get It
When my cousins were in the army, my aunt refused to leave the country. For years, she...
Chapter #4: Good and Evil
When I became bar mitzvah, things got intense. I knew that everything until then had been child’s...
Asking the Big Questions
A recent memory came back to me.
At the age of around 14, I remember bursting into...
Wielding Religion, or: a God-Shaped Dildo
For a long time, I was angry at religion for its own sake.
And don't get me...
