What might happen if instead of seeing any particular political stance, affiliation or agenda, we saw a Jew? A person? A soul?
It was my last learning session with my kallah teacher, the woman who was responsible to teach me all the...
My crime? I’d rather be having my own ingathering than awaiting an engraved invitation to objectification.
At 16, I flatly refused to go to church anymore because of my near #metoo moment with a minister. I never told my mother. I knew she wouldn't believe me.
Be brave in the face of the unknown. Step forward and receive our communication.
Sometimes it is through loss that we come to discovery.
Isn’t that what nesting is? A physical manifestation of a promise? A way of convincing ourselves that this time will be different? And it delivered.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
