The Anxious and the Pious
It happens every year: I stand in a synagogue, hold a prayer book and proceed to hit myself a bit too hard on the chest with one hand, rolled into a fist. Actually, what I practice…
It happens every year: I stand in a synagogue, hold a prayer book and proceed to hit myself a bit too hard on the chest with one hand, rolled into a fist. Actually, what I practice…