We fumble with the balance between tradition and innovation. Who will win?
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.
Where is the space in a three day Yontif to balance communal responsibilities and solitary recharging practices?
Potash Feldspar woke up and looked at the time. There, glowing brighter as the day progressed, the information projected on the closed drapes read 8:01AM. 58 degrees Fahrenheit. Hanetz at 8:45AM. His tired old eyes widened slowly and he rolled over to see his wife lying next to him, still sound asleep. Mr. Feldspar got dressed and put on his watch, which synced effortlessly to the drapes and his vitals came on screen. “Modeh Ani L’fanechah” he began to recite to himself.
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.
When I first met the patient I will call "Jacob", he approached me claiming a need for grief counseling. After the second session, it became apparent that there was more to explore than he had led on.
“Mommy, next time you daven to Hashem can you please, please, ask for another baby?”
A smattering of the inspired imagery that pops up when you enter "Jew" as a search term on a stock photo site...
A response to the nonverbal cues of uncovered women.