Most Jewish communities, whether Orthodox, secular, or somewhere in between, silence something key to my mind or my soul. I dream of a place to call home.
I thought as a religious person, a good person, I needed to forgive. But ultimately that put me into denial and deepened my shame.
Shabbat is a time of peace, but for an anxiety-sufferer, the quiet can be a struggle in itself.
It’s the last day before the rest of our lives and there’s no one else for us but each other.
A fictional story about the deep need to be a creator, to bring something real into this world, something that is uniquely ours.
Reflections on community, from a Yom Kippur of inspiration and challenge.
