No Pain No (Spiritual) Gain: A Teshuva Lesson From The Day I Thought I’d Die

There was an outbreak, and we were likely exposed. At least that’s how it went in my dream. Since my subconcious appears to be more intrigued by French-Canadian side dishes than it is knowledgable about medical terms, the name of the fake disease I dreamed up was “poutina,” which I’m quite certain is based on […]

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