My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.
The longer we live, the easier it is to take life for granted. "First times" are exciting. But after a while, even the most incredible things don’t scream their beauty. They whisper it.
Welcome to Elul. The month whose tagline reads: “Helping Shleppers Get Their Act Together For 3000 Years”. Tis the season...
An open letter from gluten, if gluten were your Jewish grandma.
My life is so blessed and wonderful, but unfortunately I became sick with cancer. It’s hard to believe that cancer...
I’ve always thought being a Believer meant never having questions. I thought that it meant never admitting weakness. But I have questions. And I admit, at times like these, I am not strong.
It may seem twisted to have a love affair with death. People are afraid to die yet afraid to live. You cannot deal with your pain or with fear unless you're willing to live through it and I've experienced the contractions of giving birth to happiness in the face of agony.
I know that coffee is not healthy for me, but I can't figure out how to quit. Beyond being addicted to it, I love it.
And yet, the simple truth, *my* simple truth, is that I honestly don't care if Sinai was a historical fact.
A conversation about how to honor people, the Torah, and the nuances of public vs. private life turns into a conversation about how we define frum -- about what makes an observant person observant.
And here’s where I start to get uncomfortable.
