More than once, I've asked Hashem: are the four years of keyboard harmony, sight-reading, counterpoint, fingerings for violin and bassoon, Bach and Brahms all for nothing?
If you didn’t grow up frum, then you definitely don’t have people fighting over who gets to make the sheva brochas for you since they don’t even know what it is…
What was a rabbi? Somebody who yelled at Grandpa and his friends for having a beer party with some girls in the Polish forest. Maybe they also ate Polish sausage…
So, you want to find a man; not just any man—someone to marry and have kids with. In case you can’t find him, just look for a neighborhood where the men are looking for Hashem…
The more you blab, the more the angels ruin your life. Don’t ask me where I read that, but it’s true, especially when you blab to someone you thought was your best girlfriend…
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