No one can claim a monopoly on the truth.
“The fish snake makes Zionist hip-hop.” It sounds even more ridiculous – and badass – when chanted in a club...
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.
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.
I remember standing with my sister on the steps of the funeral home having a violent argument with the rest of Daddy's family on the day of his funeral.
A Yom Kippur reflection on the yearning for Gd in the midst of running away from His people.