Seven years later I could tell you that I’ve found the same venue for joy within observant Judaism, but I haven’t.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
Most Jewish communities, whether Orthodox, secular, or somewhere in between, silence something key to my mind or my soul. I dream of a place to call home.
But why can't every day with G-d be a chag? A holiday. If G-d is everywhere then why can he only enter the field one month out of the lowly year?
You went off to some island. You spent all day speaking in tongues to a king. There was plenty of food and too many people. Now what?
My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.
A poetic interaction with sacred texts for Kol Nidre, created for Open Temple's service.
Is it even a leap of faith if you know you can’t help but land softly?
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.