I don't really understand Talmud, but sometimes it speaks to me in ways I can't ignore.
What do you do when you have a horrible singing voice but you love to sing? You have a baby.
The not-so-definitive guide for getting past your blocks and to what you really want to be doing
The group I imagined was splendid. But since when is something that seems wondrous actually wondrous and not, you know, a cult, or whatever?
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.
A discussion with the creator of the Misaviv Hebrew Circle Calendar.
Jews are in pain and I don't know what to do about it.
I spent a year with Chabad Hasidim in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. I exulted, starkly disagreed, and considered glorious possibilities—often in the same moment.
For so many years I defined myself by standing out, by being iconoclastic. How did I become a person who wants to look like everyone else?
