While in the desert, Moses' periods of seclusion on the mountain were key to his progress as a leader and the transmission of The Torah. Like any introvert, only by entering into a safe, individual space could this have happened.
Tonight, he stops to look at me- like really look at me. Except I sense that his eyes are also looking through me, to somewhere halfway in-between my skin and the deep inner recesses of his warmly kept memories.
And then I see that which I can not un-see. What it looks like when a car so barbarically hits an elderly man. What it looks like when the Angel of Death wrestles Man. What it looks like when spirit starts to fade from matter.
Despite their joy, Father's Day and Mother's Day exacerbate wounds. How does the motherless child feel while her classmates are making cards for Mom?
Jewish monastic communities could offer warm, exhilarating homes to many who seek a comfortable niche. Let's build them.
Brown's memoir is good. It would be reassuring to parents and siblings of autistic children, and is especially helpful in cultivating compassion in outsiders for the families of autistic children.
What's the point of remembering when memories are flawed anyway?
Given the options, I’m glad I don’t fit in. I’m glad I keep my eyes open. I’m glad institutions make my skin crawl, that being in church—or anyplace that feels like a western, Christian, colonized knockoff—doesn’t feel right to me.
The usual outcome of being nine months pregnant is to have a baby. Baruch Hashem, I had one.
Read the origin story of Rachel's new album, The Upward Spiral, a true Hevria original, and why it took a lot of bravery and love to get her where she is today.
