Tell me it's possible for us, here and now, in this narrow-minded world to keep this mentality. I'm tired of going back and forth between realities.
Let us be humble as the dust and yet great enough to muster the world's direst of prayers.
Genesis, art, and Hitchcock. Continuing where "I’m Done Being A Jewish Artist" left off.
The reason why Jewish children are not accepted into local schools -- and what can be done.
Why using words like "God forbid" when a Jew chooses to stop believing is an abomination.
Sometimes it's a rainy, rainy day and nothing is going right.
My whole life I had it backwards. It took a moment, just one small talk, to make me realize how wrong I was: Yom Kippur is the happiest day ever.
Yesterday, we buried her. And I don't believe in regrets, but I have some.
In which Chaya risks speaking her true feelings about female Rabbis...
I know I have work to do. I'm a struggler. A fighter. I strive to do what's right, to know I know nothing but to impart whatever it is I know through my thoughts, speech, and actions in a way of a Chassidishe mentsch, mamesh for real.
