I know I have work to do. I'm a struggler. A fighter. I strive to do what's right, to know I know nothing but to impart whatever it is I know through my thoughts, speech, and actions in a way of a Chassidishe mentsch, mamesh for real.
Chai Elul Sameach! A message for you from the angels on this auspicious day.
I was recently invited to give a talk to rabbinical students. My first reaction was, “Who am I to address such a distinguished group?” Then I realized I had a lot to say.
Rivka reflects on the wisdom she learned from "Mommy Camp", a long summer vacation at home with her children.
We were sitting on a couch. On the TV, men in tights were causing each other serious pain. “I think I’m standing still,” I said. “I think I need to move.”
This Elul is testing my belief that "women's work" actually counts as avodas Hashem. Now I have to really believe in the holiness of raising a baby.
Bulletproof Stockings performs their hit song "Easy Pray" for the Hevria Sessions. The song is explained in the post, beginning with: "In Easy Pray there are two conversations going on. One between the narrator and G-d, and the other between the narrator and their yetzer hara."
The Indiegogo campaign is over and Elad reveals just how much crowdfunding sucks, but also how miraculous it is when it reveals the beauty of a community.
I've never understood the vast appeal of sex, flirting, and the like. Because of this, the world can feel confusing and strange. Still, I hesitate to label myself "asexual": the term seems too clinical for my freewheeling spirit.
Am I an artist trying to work in religious themes, or am I a religious person trying to make art? Thoughts on a decade of Matisyahu and knowing oneself.
