What's the point of talking about ourselves? What's the point in avoiding it?
I'm not hysterical about Trump, and I don't worry much about anti-Semitism. Though I'm no optimist, the panic surrounding me feels unduly intense. Let's hope I'm right.
Have you ever stopped yourself partway through a holiday, prayer service or religious event and thought “What am I even doing here”?
When the Kotel is your ballot box....
How can a day that seems so hostile to creativity be the wellspring from which all creativity flows?
It's time to stop using modesty as a blanket excuse to avoid difficult conversations. The stakes are too high.
In a world seemingly absent of Soul, what’s the point of Peoplehood, anyway?
