You went off to some island. You spent all day speaking in tongues to a king. There was plenty of food and too many people. Now what?
Somehow, we learn that modesty is about externals. About hemlines. About shame. About sex. Yet is it?
What, if anything, would I march for?
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.
The onus is, and has always been, ours.
It is Elul, that month for soul searching and review of one’s spiritual progress. I wasn't feeling it. At. All.
Group superiority is not my thing. I prefer to see every soul's stunning potential.
My personal journey through religious gender separation.
Is it wrong to angle for an edge while visibly Jewish? The Accidental Talmudist and his wife recall an uncomfortable encounter at a nightclub.