Orthodox Jews often emphasize marriage too strongly, undermining the lives and souls of the singles among them. It's wrong, and it spurs unnecessary hurt, insecurity, and alienation.
Rachel exposes herself as she never has before. Through poetry, photography, and an essay, Rachel exposes her fears and journey towards Jewish observance.
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.
Often, life seems a cold, hard outgrowth of unfeeling nature. Occasionally, I sense something mystical. I'm not sure what I believe, but I sure know what I hope.
There's something outrageous about typical schools. Anyone whose learning style strays from the standard expectations is basically in a prison meant for other kinds of minds.
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...
