(Warning. This one hurts… proceed at your own risk.) StillInShidduchim has this post about the pain of spending Yom Tov with the family. I quote, partially: And you wonder, if this is supposed to be a happy time, why am I in my room crying? Why do I feel so overworked? Why do I feel [...]
(Note that I am not endorsing this sort of behavior, as it is both fatally dangerous, and possibly (probably?) k’neged Halacha. That said, I just couldn’t resist putting this piece up. Holy Joes, introduced in the preceding story, were the chaplains/priests/ministers that served the armed forces during the War(s), jetting around the various theaters of [...]