The Delivery Table: Leil Seder Poem by Bracha Goetz Are we ready and able. For the delivery table? There will be labor pains, Wine forms blood in new veins. We’ll […]
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One Moment: A Comment on Eternal Time Zones Poem by Bracha Goetz One moment it is Shabbos. You won’t pick up a nickel. Then when Shabbos ends – you will, […]
