A conversation about how to honor people, the Torah, and the nuances of public vs. private life turns into a conversation about how we define frum -- about what makes an observant person observant.
And here’s where I start to get uncomfortable.
My wife and I are celebrating ten years together. But we chose to push off having kids.
A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
I suited up in my protective camouflage and allowed myself to fly away into the spiritual arms of God. I swore...
And other Yom Kippur tips for embracing our imperfect selves.
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.
What causes us to think we know what we are seeing, when, in fact, we are looking away?
Thank you, sincerely, for the unsolicited advice. Thank you, Jerusalem, for it all.