My father would never come back. I never got to say goodbye. Was it all my fault?
Sometimes, it seems like there's no before or after.
I’ve known a fair share of rabbis in my day, from all stripes and denominations. It’s definitely a mixed bag.
You cannot erase the inherent, irreplaceable bond that exists between Jew and Jew, Jew and Land, Jew and Soul by willing it so.It is that love that fertilizes the Holy Land, that binds us forever to each other and to that earth .
The story of the pain of combining religion and art: and why it's so necessary.
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
It's not that your outcries, your war of words, your holiday visits and your donations do not mean the world to us. It means everything. And yet – it cannot be everything. Not this time around.
To every single one of you, fellow Jewish brothers and sisters, who live in Israel, I say...
A poem about craving immortality, seeking home, and meeting a mediocre God.
