Sometimes I wonder if creativity might just mean your brain fires signals around in an abnormal pattern. Bridges being made over uncharted territory. That would support the all to relatable reality of having your best ideas in the shower or while whispering thoughts to yourself while trying to fall asleep.
There seems to be some heavy congestion between our heads and hearts.
This one goes out to all the people just trying to get through it
Reflections on community, from a Yom Kippur of inspiration and challenge.
The beauty of the Hebrew, the imposition of the commandment, and the laughter of the night, tie us together. I I forget everything; the picket lines, the ugly words, and the deep, searing, inner heartbreak of a people that have failed me.
I had just arrived from Israel. I was scared to wear a kippah. My rabbi disagreed. But it was renting a car that changed everything for me.
Stop confusing righteousness with pathology. It’s insulting to actual tzaddikim.
Rachel exposes herself as she never has before. Through poetry, photography, and an essay, Rachel exposes her fears and journey towards Jewish observance.