I'm a convert who came to Judaism later in life, so I didn't have a Bat Mitzvah ceremony at all. But this month I am twelve (times six)
Who's got time to worry about destiny? I mean, how am I going to end homelessness if I can't even deal with the laundry?
No one can claim a monopoly on the truth.
I figured out what I most liked about the book Ariel Samson, Freelance Rabbi on its last page, in its very last line.
Imagine a web of gracious creation woven from utter destruction.
How much of yourself would you surrender to be a part of something bigger?
The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
“The fish snake makes Zionist hip-hop.” It sounds even more ridiculous – and badass – when chanted in a club...
I did not have a good run up to, or a good time during, the High Holidays. The rain and the mosquitoes made hanging out in a sukkah a lot less fun than it was supposed to be.
