Growing up in a three-generation household, it was hard to understand the very concept of solitude.

If we want people to be able to settle into a position of openness to the messages of the Days of Awe, we need to first help them feel safe—physically as well as spiritually.

With my family’s support, I made the decision to go through elective surgeries that could lower my risk of breast and ovarian cancers to single digits.

Imagine if we all simply agreed to start any conversation about America or American Jewish life with an articulation of the things about which we are grateful.

Death and grief affect many people who seem ancillary to those most directly impacted.

The assumption that there is only one path to true and perfect joy, especially when one makes that claim in the name of God, or any other redemptive scheme be it religious or political, has a rather deadly track record in human history.

That is what it feels like to be a communal servant right now. Not broken in one place. Broken into pieces, each one flying in a different direction.

April 1st, 2024: the day my mind rebelled against my body stubbornly insisting that I was fine, when, in fact, I was an April Fool.

I returned feeling grateful for the opportunity to touch the lives of those who touch so many other lives, often at moments of intense crisis.

Jewish texts and our ancient stories work their magic when we can see parts of our own stories embedded within them.