Your birth anointed me with the pure oil of fatherhood, crowned me with a diadem jeweled with responsibilities and burnished with tears.
Too often, we wait quietly on the sidelines as injustice happens all around us. The people who act first, no matter how flawed, deserve our support.
Can "Orthodox Judaism" ever be "unconventional"?
It may seem twisted to have a love affair with death. People are afraid to die yet afraid to live. You cannot deal with your pain or with fear unless you're willing to live through it and I've experienced the contractions of giving birth to happiness in the face of agony.
I am but one of the legions of indigenous people wrested of our mother-tongues, mouths colonized. I want my words back.
And then something happened. Something that had never happened on any of those other shidduch dates I had excruciatingly gone on.
If we don't talk about this stuff, who will?
Coming to terms with coming out of the convert closet.
