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
The Right of Return
"Those delusional Palestinians," I remember my father telling me as a child. "It's been 60 years since...
Consider Death
Everybody should —in their lifetime consider death, To wonder what it will be like to go to...
What’s My Hebrew Birthday?
Are you wondering how old you are in Jewish?
This handy dandy guide will convert your English...
