Each day I'd get up at ten or eleven, stroll over to Twin Peaks, an old, luxurious bar with velvet cushions on the benches and drinks served in glasses that you drank with your pinky raised up.
It's not that your outcries, your war of words, your holiday visits and your donations do not mean the world to us. It means everything. And yet – it cannot be everything. Not this time around.
I refuse to be the mother of a daughter/ Who spends her whole life believing/ She isn’t enough/ to let my daughter be brought up/ in a world that believes/ She is only something/ When she has a wedding ring.
This story is based on my life before teshuvah, but it's fiction. It's a picture of a certain time and place where I was, but everything has been cobbled together.
I've explored many Death Cafés in Manhattan. They were fascinating events filled with warm, open people, and while they didn't answer my spiritual questions, they gave me an idea that just might....
I’ve known a fair share of rabbis in my day, from all stripes and denominations. It’s definitely a mixed bag.
You said, "I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse." Master of the Universe, please help our enemies see with their eyes and understand with their hearts before it is too late.
You’ll hear about these horror stories either way. You always do.
To every single one of you, fellow Jewish brothers and sisters, who live in Israel, I say...
