We changed our lives because of what you told us Judaism stood for. Now we're waiting for you.
Something changed for our family as we experienced terror and went from the fourth night of Chanukah, to the fifth.
I spent a year with Chabad Hasidim in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. I exulted, starkly disagreed, and considered glorious possibilities—often in the same moment.
I've written some sketchy things. It's out there. And I'm trying to learn not to be ashamed of them.
Group superiority is not my thing. I prefer to see every soul's stunning potential.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
Vchol Karnei is a traditional, lively Chabad niggun that gives voice to the Psalmist. This is our take on it.
The days of black and white definitions are gone. We are colorful, dynamic and full of texture -- and our connection to Gd defies all bins.
Orthodox Jewish communities hurt and shun many sensitive, vibrant souls who fall beyond traditional gender expectations and identities, but I think they can do better.
I was walking when I saw them. A group of teenagers, seventeen or eighteen, clad in black hats and white shirts, untucked after hours of Friday drinking.
