ב"ה
Shelach 5766 - June 23, 2006
Dough
Before baking her toil, talent and thaler into bread for herself and her family, she pinches off a choice bit . . .
Before baking her toil, talent and thaler into bread for herself and her family, she pinches off a choice bit . . .
Parshah
Shelach in a Nutshell
The twelve spies return with giant fruit, frightening the Jewish people, who complain and receive a severe punishment. Laws of challah and tzitzit. A man publically desecrates Shabbat, and is put to death.
The twelve spies return with giant fruit, frightening the Jewish people, who complain and receive a severe punishment. Laws of challah and tzitzit. A man publically desecrates Shabbat, and is put to death.
We’ve Got a Grape Show!
When Moses sent spies to scout the land of Israel, they saw giant grapes, got scared, and ran away. In this edition of the Week in Rejew, Jono interviews one of them (one of the giant grapes, that is).
When Moses sent spies to scout the land of Israel, they saw giant grapes, got scared, and ran away. In this edition of the Week in Rejew, Jono interviews one of them (one of the giant grapes, that is).
Story
The Mystery of the Troubled Wool Merchant
In the days that followed, the chassidim hotly debated the significance of their rebbe’s final words. Various theories were offered on the Kabbalistic meanings of “wool,” “summer” and “handsome profit.”
In the days that followed, the chassidim hotly debated the significance of their rebbe’s final words. Various theories were offered on the Kabbalistic meanings of “wool,” “summer” and “handsome profit.”
My Mother, My Child
I am a mother. I'm just a different kind of mother. I did not give birth to my child. She was not young in age, but was nevertheless someone who needed to be mothered...
I am a mother. I'm just a different kind of mother. I did not give birth to my child. She was not young in age, but was nevertheless someone who needed to be mothered...
We were in our own eyes as locusts, and so we were in theirs
— Numbers 13:33
Print Magazine
The world is a place of constant change and unrest.
Each point in time is distinct from the point before and the point after.
Each point in space is its own world, with its own conditions and state of being.
It is a world of fragments, a perpetual rush of traffic and noise.
Look at your own life: You do so ...
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