A call to arms for Religious Women: Sanctify the tensions!
Chaya Lester tells it like it is from the other side of the mechitza. A skirt on the outskirts of another ritual act.
Chaya Lester writes a poem to the people of Paris, and to the world, to remind them that we are all in this fight together.
In honor of her trip to Israel, and in her continued hopes of "never being jaded," Elizabeth shares her experience of spiritual fulfillment while sampling dried figs.
It feels strange to start my writing on Hevria by admitting I'm speechless. But they wouldn't let me publish a niggun.
Listen: let my whisper part the veil, penetrate the matrixed basement membrane, cross the blood-brain barrier, enter your most...
I wish people would raise their children as if they were miracles. Superheroes. Creators. Because those kids. . .they’d revere the power of the pen.
I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
