I was taught that the story of the Jewish people lives in small apartments with broken bathtubs but a too large dining room table. I was taught things I might have learned literally anywhere else but never had the chance to.
It was naive to think that by being more religious I could make the painful situation go away.
Apparently humans are the only animals that plan ahead for the future. At least that’s been the conventional belief. Recent...
No one can claim a monopoly on the truth.
“The fish snake makes Zionist hip-hop.” It sounds even more ridiculous – and badass – when chanted in a club...
Keep calm and...feel G-d's mysterious presence within the chaos?
How can I connect to my roots while feeling so ungrounded?
I need to make a mess. Life is messy. Bloody. Full of spit-up and pee and you’re helpless and you need me and I need to accept that I actually need to wash my sheets more than every other week now. Or maybe not.
A Yom Kippur reflection on the yearning for Gd in the midst of running away from His people.