It is always an interesting experiment to go to Art Basel in Miami with the intent of discovering contemporary Jewish art. The odds are good that there will simply be nothing to report on.
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
It was funny, it was tricky, but there was also wisdom in there. I feel like that day, I learned something about being Orthodox, something important and fundamental, that I hadn't ever known before.
Loving with reckless abandon is the best act of revolution.
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.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
What kind of Jewish education, and for whom, is more vital? More nuanced? More indicative of a thriving Jewish future?
How could they predict you’d claim your scars as splendor?
