Not a rebuttal of Elad's essay, but a very different perspective from a fellow nonconformist.
I thought as a religious person, a good person, I needed to forgive. But ultimately that put me into denial and deepened my shame.
Reflections on community, from a Yom Kippur of inspiration and challenge.
I've never written an anonymous piece of writing, even when sharing my most personal experiences. Here's why.
A personal meditation on teshuva before Yom Kippur.
Most Jewish communities, whether Orthodox, secular, or somewhere in between, silence something key to my mind or my soul. I dream of a place to call home.
We just came through Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur’s around the corner. And I can’t stop thinking of death approaching on the roaring winds of this ruthless and deadly storm.
We prayed for change. We prayed for things to stay the same. We prayed that G-d do whatever G-d wanted to with us, because we couldn't handle the choices.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
