How a medical student's visit to the Betty Ford Center changed his perspective on choice, nullification of will, and Judaism as a whole.
I've written some sketchy things. It's out there. And I'm trying to learn not to be ashamed of them.
Yo, Hevria, you rejected my piece for not having a light at the end of the tunnel. Why you so scared, huh?
It's only now, while married to a man and with children, that this anonymous writer has begun to truly face her attraction to women.
There is the woman everyone sees, the one devoted to the community and her family. And then there is the woman no one sees. The infertile woman.
I kiss my tzitzit. I kiss my tefillin. I kiss my siddur. Does that make up for the fact that I have never kissed a woman?
A poem about the holiness of the imperfect perfection of the marks left on a woman as she brings the beauty that is life into the world.
And how now the world is completely consumed with Pokémon. But let me tell you why this is not a passing trend. Let me explain to you why this is everything... at least to me.
Inspired by a post by Chaya Lester, Ilona Fried shares the story of the ups and downs of her stubborn decision to embrace her Jewish nose. And why she's thankful she has.
