Suddenly, this thing I loved so much, this huge, unfathomable piece of myself, felt dirty and unfamiliar. I lay in my bed and stared at my guitar, hanging on the wall, mocking me.
In which Chaya risks speaking her true feelings about female Rabbis...
Orthodox Jews often emphasize marriage too strongly, undermining the lives and souls of the singles among them. It's wrong, and it spurs unnecessary hurt, insecurity, and alienation.
A call to arms for Religious Women: Sanctify the tensions!
This is very hard to have to write. But I do feel like I have to. Even though it’s making me physically ill to do so. Even though you already know how the story ends.
Chaya's riff on being a Jewish Feminist. And a spoken-word rendering of the teaching of the Diminishment of the Moon.
How could they predict you’d claim your scars as splendor?
