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.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
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.
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
a true story and perhaps a cautionary tale
Another holiday season is fast approaching. Who have you been this year? Were you your best self? Were you even...
A poetic interaction with sacred texts for Kol Nidre, created for Open Temple's service.
A discussion with the creator of the Misaviv Hebrew Circle Calendar.
Haiku? Shmaiku! What is this fershtunken chazarei? Stop hocking a chainik, Hevria.