My youngest brother always had a spacial place in my heart. I watched him grow through years of yeshiva and then, little by little, as his relationship with Orthodox Judaism shifted and morphed into something that belongs to only him and G-d.
That’s me: a death-obsessed, fearful, life-loving, food-savoring soul who can barely function in this space-filled world. Somehow, I manage to have great adventures.
I was born to Jewish parents, and that makes me a Jew by anyone's standards, Reform or Orthodox. That means I will always be a minority, an outsider, and anxious about G0d.
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.
Tonight, I will wine and dine divine inspiration,
I will start with tremendous illumination.
From Rabbis to community leaders to philanthropists, it seems we are enamored with outreach and the unaffiliated Jew. Yet, I ask myself: What about those that are already on the 'inside,' practicing Judaism? Are they getting the same care and opportunity? And whose responsibility are they?
Listen: let my whisper part the veil, penetrate the matrixed basement membrane, cross the blood-brain barrier, enter your most...
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.
We can live life with the focus on the inevitability of death... or we can live life with hope.
