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.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
It is always an interesting experiment to go to Art Basel in Miami with the intent of discovering contemporary Jewish art. The odds are good that there will simply be nothing to report on.
It was my last learning session with my kallah teacher, the woman who was responsible to teach me all the...
The days of black and white definitions are gone. We are colorful, dynamic and full of texture -- and our connection to Gd defies all bins.
Describing the era immediately preceding the Big Bang and ensuing inception of life as we know it, the Kabbalists describe how this unified intelligence shattered, sending sparks of primordial light throughout what would soon become our entire universe. These luminescent shards of the ultimate source-code remain hidden away to this day, concealed in mundane aspects of our life, waiting for someone to come along and decode the message
I was 4 years old when I asked my dad about the oiled African American muscle men in majestic flexed poses, “Why is he brown?” That was when I first realized there could be offense attached to skin color.
A New Year's Eve love story that almost wasn't.
Is it wrong to angle for an edge while visibly Jewish? The Accidental Talmudist and his wife recall an uncomfortable encounter at a nightclub.
