Do you know the convert down the block / the one who traded heaven with Jesus / for Hell / with you and me in Brooklyn?
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
A conversation about how to honor people, the Torah, and the nuances of public vs. private life turns into a conversation about how we define frum -- about what makes an observant person observant.
And here’s where I start to get uncomfortable.
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.
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
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.
We are all leaders, ready to shine our light through the thick darkness. So to my fellow revolutionaries I say: this is not just about abuse, sex, or power- there’s more.
This Hanukkah, the world is upside down. Let's flip the script.
Womanhood, and my struggle to contend with its many definitions and impressions on my life. Honest reflections on girlhood and growth, and the revolution of the sacred feminine.