I was back in Aish Hatorah.
I guess like positivity childhood memories that resurfaced after I'd dealt with parental trauma, my subconscious felt I was ready to find some good beneath the wreckage.
The building was even bigger and more magnificent - and more rambly. I wandered through towering mazes...
Shame is a bitch.
A motherfucking cuntbusting bitch.
Of all negative emotions, it’s the one that hits me the hardest, because it challenges my very existence.
To stare in the face of your shame is to stare into the gut clenching void that says “you suck too much to be here at...
Psychedelics have played a key part in my growth and healing past traumas.
When I have spoken about them in the past, more people have asked me about my experiences, and I finally sat down to complied a rough overview of my own journey. Along the way, I tried...
It’s hard to be compassionate when you’re afraid. And charedim are afraid of everything. Of God, of change, of novelty. Growing up, a healthy dose of compassion would have gone a long way, but there was none to be found. Yiras Shomayim, fear of God, is what it was...
Even More Freidom
A Response to “My Unorthodox Life”
The following is a guest post by Yair Gordon. I found his response articulate, poignant, and personal,...
Lights Out
In 1946, following the holocaust, a highly unusual event occurred, one that involved, for the first time...
Are you happy now?
On Purim, they almost killed us, but in the end they didn’t, we killed 75,000 of them...
Returning to Footsteps
My partner and I recently attended a retreat organized by Footsteps, the organization that supports (mostly) Orthodox...
