How many times do we as women push ourselves to go to sleep “just an hour later”, skip that meal, run out to do a chore that “can’t wait until tomorrow” because we hear our families singing Eishet Chayil in our heads and wish we felt like we deserved it?
I don't really understand Talmud, but sometimes it speaks to me in ways I can't ignore.
I’m a wife, mother, and writer. A daughter of Israel, a believer in G-d, a traditional Orthodox keeper of the faith who doesn't long ritually for more, has never even been curious to try new ways or other places to pray. Is it possible that I’m also a feminist?
Maybe my kids' lives are too predictable?
Steve Jobs did not exit the womb with a computer chip in his mouth. Warren Buffet was not born holding a stock tip, and Thomas Edison didn't change the light bulb above his crib.
This plastic tube will teach me about my roots, my heritage, other places in the world where my blood has been sprinkled. I’ll receive numbers, percentages, statistics. But what good is that?
sometimes i walk down the street doing nothing but being stared at.
My favorite costume at the "Families Belong Together" protest was someone dressed as a dinosaur, with a sign that said: Walls didn't work at Jurassic Park either.
We walk through the desert to a God who has forgotten us.
