I'm not too interested in the question of whether or not you can separate Jews from Judaism. I see the issue as much more basic: The clothes -- the black and white, the kippot, the hats, the wigs, the skirts, the stockings -- they are clothes, people.
Tonight, I will wine and dine divine inspiration,
I will start with tremendous illumination.
I had only published a handful controversial articles, but the ones I had published seemed to elicit such huge and negative responses that I wanted out.
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.
A story about letting myself and other people off the hook as much as it is a story about harnessing up under the yoke of Heaven. It's a story about hosiery and one fateful phone call.
From Rabbis to community leaders to philanthropists, it seems we are enamored with outreach and the unaffiliated Jew. Yet, I ask myself: What about those that are already on the 'inside,' practicing Judaism? Are they getting the same care and opportunity? And whose responsibility are they?
“Our mask during the year is that we’re in the music industry; really, we’re in the prayer industry”. An essay about who Zusha really is.
Restore I/Me/Us/We to our natural state.
Remind I/Me/Us/We that all we actually do is vibrate.
If I value Chasidic teachings and modes of thought, is that enough to call myself "Chasidic"? And aren't labels the worst?
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.
