We were once revolutionaries. But somewhere along the road, we became conformists. Here's why and what we can do to change the world in the way we hoped.
I’ve known a fair share of rabbis in my day, from all stripes and denominations. It’s definitely a mixed bag.
This is tale of wanting to fit in. It’s also a tale of how far a person (okay, me) might go to fulfill a specific idea of what fitting in means.
I don't want to be ashamed of anything I write. But I also don't want to write anything I'd be ashamed of, and I am.
College was the grand disappointment. It was the kidnapping of my inner self, an abrupt shaking of everything I held dear, a promise of salvation that was horribly forgotten.
If there's one thing I love, it's sweet-talking plants. Tu B'Shvat Sameach!
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.
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.
I felt something boil up inside me. I simply could not take it anymore. I interrupted him, “Stop telling me what not to do and tell me what TO do!!”
It was funny, it was tricky, but there was also wisdom in there. I feel like that day, I learned something about being Orthodox, something important and fundamental, that I hadn't ever known before.