A letter to my daughters about why love is not a pop song and forgiveness takes guts.
It’s not that we need single Jewish women to dress in white and dance in the vineyards, where they'll be joined by single Jewish men who’ve reprioritized their superficial values... Actually, that’s not a bad idea. What really needs to happen, however, is that we all seize the magnificent, spiritual opportunity of Tu b’Av, an ancient holiday now all but unknown.
I did not have a good run up to, or a good time during, the High Holidays. The rain and the mosquitoes made hanging out in a sukkah a lot less fun than it was supposed to be.
My father would never come back. I never got to say goodbye. Was it all my fault?
My Rav doesn't understand about my bartender. I haven't ever had the chance to tell him this, but I think G-d draws me to this young man. I think She wants me to tell him something.
The Indiegogo campaign is over and Elad reveals just how much crowdfunding sucks, but also how miraculous it is when it reveals the beauty of a community.
Would I really rather be mistaken for a Hipster than a Hasid?
