To every single one of you, fellow Jewish brothers and sisters, who live in Israel, I say...
The time I showed up at the Kotel with a super bad attitude and landed a private audience with G-d’s best friend.
Sometimes, distance only makes the heart grow more pained.
I cannot recall the last time I cried when reading about the death of a stranger. This terrorist attack was different.
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.
Take a tour of the spiritual opulence of Jerusalem in Sukkah season. Mystical enthusiasts the world over flock here like flies to Rosh Hashana honey. At the heart of this throbbing hub of spirit is Hagilboa street, home to a bevy of mystic magnates and inheritors of vast spiritual fortunes. See how the mystic upper-crust live.
I am but one of the legions of indigenous people wrested of our mother-tongues, mouths colonized. I want my words back.
There's a wariness here in the central bus station after all we're living through - such dark times.
Hey. It’s 4:43 AM in Jerusalem. I just woke up crying, from the sweetest/saddest dream. I was holding you....
