When I was a little kid, when my summers were still free, we would visit family in Ohio.  It was pretty fun, hanging out with relatives and doing kid stuff.  Riding bikes, eating ice cream, and lighting off fire works.  It was fun.  We would go on long, long, walks with David in a wagon.  We would go to the library and visit an old Quaker Oats ( Read more... )

    There are many stories about the Golem.  A man made of clay, of dust, with אמת on his forehead, with words in his mouth and the TRUE name of God in his ear.  Formed like Adam, but not Adam.  A shell, devoid of a soul but alive with movement and strength.  He protects, he serves, he is faithful and unbending ( Read more... )

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This post is about one of the main reasons I am scared (sometimes) to get married.  It just seems to me (sometimes) that people take something so beautiful and turn it into something so evil and ugly.  While this post is rather funny (to me at least) you have marvel at the anger and emotion behind ( Read more... )