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A report on the Footsteps organization and the lives of those who leave the ultra-Orthodox world. Article by Orli Santo.
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“My name is Baila Rothman, I’m from Ohio, I’m sixteen, I’m new here,” I said to each of my roommates when they wandered in to the dorm that night. Deborah Lee had the bed to my right. She was…

“Shechinala, Shechinala!” God called to the Holy Ghost with a sweet voice, and because he likes her, he said her name twice.

“What now?” came the impatient response.

“It’s been a long time since we…”

“I don’t care! I…

His name is Volf. A Chasid in his mid-thirties with a long black beard and wide unkempt payess, a pair of dark eyes set deeply beneath heavy eyebrows, a large forehead with wrinkled lines pointing to the heavens. His shoelaces…

“I totaled my truck last week,” he said. “These two Mexicans and a black guy, they came around that gas station down on 11th,” he said, motioning vaguely behind him, “and turned into me and hit me almost head-on.”…

How do we know what is true?

This was the question a friend put to me not long ago, after a lengthy discussion on the relative merits of homeopathy versus antibiotics and of germ-theory versus the sin-theory of disease.…

Escaping from God to the city of sin. Without success.
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I had a dream that I spoke to God.

“God,” I said, “I need you to answer me.”

Now talking to God isn’t new for me. I’ve been doing it since I was a young child. When you’re…

Last week He had pinched her butt as He said it.  It was supposed to be sort of playful.  The mood was light and she said it too.  She still wondered if she meant it, but it didn’t…

God was good, he was kind, he was angry, he was compassionate and he was vindictive. He was everything fathomable to his human manufacturers who haphazardly forgot one attribute.  They forgot taste.

They did give him culinary taste, they said…