Talking to my grandmother is akin to talking to G-d, a one-sided conversation grounded in my faith that they are both listening, even though they cannot answer.
You cannot erase the inherent, irreplaceable bond that exists between Jew and Jew, Jew and Land, Jew and Soul by willing it so.It is that love that fertilizes the Holy Land, that binds us forever to each other and to that earth .
Chana sits down to write something new, but all that comes out is, There is nothing new under the sun.
MaNishtana returns in all his uncomfortable glory. Like an awkward phoenix rising from the ashes of a cremation urn someone knocked over at a family function.
A true story of an enormous fruit fly infestation, and the secrets it uncovered.
Espousing love and light is not enough. My feelings as we mourn, and my call-to-action.
I stomped around my apartment for quite awhile recently, saying the bad “f” swear word out loud
Dreaming for a world turned upside down.
I got into an argument with a friend about religion and science -- was I nuts to do so?
