On the beauty of combining our inner tortoise and hare.
If I value Chasidic teachings and modes of thought, is that enough to call myself "Chasidic"? And aren't labels the worst?
I’m lonely for a real leader. I’m surrounded by charismatic pulpit Rabbis, authors, lecturers, Halachic geniuses and community activists-- yet something is missing. I don’t feel like there’s anyone out there fighting for me.
The usual outcome of being nine months pregnant is to have a baby. Baruch Hashem, I had one.
Rivka examines why giving without expecting anything in return isn't as great as it's made out to be.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a dislike of religious communities. A distaste. A feeling of being closed in. Of being watched.
Of suffocating.
In which the Power of Prayer once again whips 'limitations' sorry tuches...
The minute you have cancer, you’re either a survivor or a casualty, and, at worst, a victim. Don’t give me...
I'm at a posh, fancy conference for cool Jews who do cool things and I can't get my eye to stop twitching. Why? Because I'm scared out of my mind.
