I am eight years old, lying in my parents bed. In another room, my parents are arguing. I drift away feeling this was all my fault. That somehow, I am responsible for the pain and rage around me. That somehow, I have to fix things. That somehow, I am only lovable if I am perfect. It's a heavy, heavy burden to bear. And now I am a mother of four, still bearing this weight.
While I had begun to figure out my Judaism in college, Rick had been redeveloping his own Christian faith. I met my wife through this involvement, and now Rick had met his as well.
It's time to get happy: Mishe. Nichnas. Adar. Y'all ready for this?
Elizabeth has a lot of things on her mind. Lots of little, tiny, lovely things.
Alan Jay Sufrin started writing new songs, possibly a side project, possibly the next step in his career -- and then he stopped making music entirely.
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.
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?
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.
