When we named you Kalanit – after the beautiful anemones that bloom in Israel in spring, right around your birthday – little did we know how precious and honorable a flower we nurtured into the world.
What's with all the confessional writing on sites like ours (and all over the web)? Isn't it selfish? Wouldn't it be better to write outside of ourselves?
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
There was no flash of light or rumbling from heaven; I just had this depressed sensation that was a lot like waking up hungover and with deep, unnameable regret.
I cannot recall the last time I cried when reading about the death of a stranger. This terrorist attack was different.
Some days, I'm like, "Stop the world! I want to get off!" I'd rather power down my iPhone, jump on my bike, and ride as far as I can to the other side of the horizon.
While acknowledging the possible danger of being on the Temple Mount, my overall senses were exhilaration, joy, and closeness to G-d.
It was funny, it was tricky, but there was also wisdom in there. I feel like that day, I learned something about being Orthodox, something important and fundamental, that I hadn't ever known before.
Why is the Temple Mount so terribly fraught with conflict? Chaya shares a smashing poetic vision that unravels the paradox of the world's most holy & most contested site.
