I feel like a visitor to the earth. This place is absurd but oddly thrilling. I've learned to cope and even enjoy it. I may not be home, but I'm here.
Rivka Nehorai, writer, painter, and artist, weaves her passion for her multiple expressions of self into her first post for Hevria.
Relationship advice from someone who married the "wrong" girl.
If the alarm was a sign from Eddie, then I believe it was more than a sign of gratitude. I believe it was a wake-up call.
Somehow, raising money seemed liked a dirty business. From unkempt Rabbis, to overly-excitable telethon hosts, to how-to sessions for spiritual leaders, asking for money seemed disingenuous. And then -- it became my world.
Our kids ask us, "Who were you guys?" Rough drafts. Cross outs. Do overs. Perennial second chances. Answers may vary.
This week, I witnessed Death for the first time. And now I get why some people put rocks on tombstones.
Sarah Tuttle-Singer tells a gut-wrenching story about the moments after her mother died, and the man she met briefly who transformed her experience.
