I'm not hysterical about Trump, and I don't worry much about anti-Semitism. Though I'm no optimist, the panic surrounding me feels unduly intense. Let's hope I'm right.
I always look down to see the needle enter my arm, so that I can better understand the frailty of life. It stings a little as it goes in, but the pain is worth it.
I have pictures of my bar mitzvah. There are lots from my wedding. Somewhere, there is even a videotape of my birth that I regret having watched once. We cherish the markers in life that signal our progress and try to capture those moments for the future.
Somehow, raising money seemed liked a dirty business. From unkempt Rabbis, to overly-excitable telethon hosts, to how-to sessions for spiritual leaders, asking for money seemed disingenuous. And then -- it became my world.
What's your Jewish story? Where did it begin? Elizabeth takes a glimpse into her childhood memories, and ponders what they mean for her Jewish journey today.
For so many years I defined myself by standing out, by being iconoclastic. How did I become a person who wants to look like everyone else?
Given the options, I’m glad I don’t fit in. I’m glad I keep my eyes open. I’m glad institutions make my skin crawl, that being in church—or anyplace that feels like a western, Christian, colonized knockoff—doesn’t feel right to me.
The true story of how a very pregnant woman made her spouse count their pennies before she gave birth.
It’s Purim and everything is upside down the way it’s supposed to be...And it is here that I can let my dad’s present absence in.
