Our Hearts Are Faint
Our grief is raw and real and is scattered across disorienting winds of pain.
Behar-Bechukotai
Erev Shabbat
The scent of fresh challah was timeless and unmistakable and was leading Jonah’s nose to the small bakery suitably wedged between a bookstore and a flower shop.
The Big Idea
Never was their a more odd pairing of Torah portions than Behar-Bechukotai.
