Standing at the intersection of painful humility and profound possibility.
Musings on population growth, child-bearing, and replacement numbers.
People talk to me about the same things you might expect in any other pastoral setting.
Adapted from her 5784 Rosh Hashanah Sermon of the same name.
In the Summer of 2021, I broke. As a new mom, an acting nurse for my baby with medical issues, and a novice rabbi, I had to prove my worth at every moment. After months of going and going, I arrived in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, for a much-needed vacation.
My Canadian husband and I got married in 2009 and immediately moved to Israel for the year. Knowing we would be moving back to Boston for me to finish rabbinical school, we reached out to an immigration lawyer to get things sorted.
When an 18-year-old (may his name be blotted out) walked into a gun shop and bought a pair of assault rifles and enough ammunition to create a war zone at an elementary school, he violated no laws.
I had the privilege of spending this past Tuesday in Washington, D.C., with Elan Babchuck at the Religious Freedom and Business Foundation’s national gathering, Dare to Overcome.
