The road to Jewish observance has felt like a constant process of disillusionment. But it was in that disillusionment that I learned to forge my own path.
How revolutions in the Middle East, TV show adaptations, and more can teach us about how the internet is fundamentally changing the Jewish world.
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
Come along with me on a walk through both actual and virtual landscapes and maybe you'll find something, too.
College was the grand disappointment. It was the kidnapping of my inner self, an abrupt shaking of everything I held dear, a promise of salvation that was horribly forgotten.
Often, life seems a cold, hard outgrowth of unfeeling nature. Occasionally, I sense something mystical. I'm not sure what I believe, but I sure know what I hope.
Ballet was an alternate universe. It was the complete opposite of what I experienced at school.
Read the origin story of Rachel's new album, The Upward Spiral, a true Hevria original, and why it took a lot of bravery and love to get her where she is today.
