I’m seeing bald eagles tendering their letters of resignation, unwilling to be guilty by association.
A conversation about how to honor people, the Torah, and the nuances of public vs. private life turns into a conversation about how we define frum -- about what makes an observant person observant.
And here’s where I start to get uncomfortable.
Elizabeth reflects on the pervasive and surreal post-election mood, in an ode to pain and patience.
Do Jewish women entrepreneurs need a different kind of support?
I miss the Land. The air. The views. The people. So yes, the trip was special. But there's more.
Potash Feldspar woke up and looked at the time. There, glowing brighter as the day progressed, the information projected on the closed drapes read 8:01AM. 58 degrees Fahrenheit. Hanetz at 8:45AM. His tired old eyes widened slowly and he rolled over to see his wife lying next to him, still sound asleep. Mr. Feldspar got dressed and put on his watch, which synced effortlessly to the drapes and his vitals came on screen. “Modeh Ani L’fanechah” he began to recite to himself.
The price we pay when we look the other way.
Is it possible to drop a romanticized, cultural identity?