a true story and perhaps a cautionary tale
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
Most Jewish communities, whether Orthodox, secular, or somewhere in between, silence something key to my mind or my soul. I dream of a place to call home.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
My whole life I had it backwards. It took a moment, just one small talk, to make me realize how wrong I was: Yom Kippur is the happiest day ever.
Haiku? Shmaiku! What is this fershtunken chazarei? Stop hocking a chainik, Hevria.
A discussion with the creator of the Misaviv Hebrew Circle Calendar.
A poetic interaction with sacred texts for Kol Nidre, created for Open Temple's service.
Another holiday season is fast approaching. Who have you been this year? Were you your best self? Were you even...
