I Was Excommunicated for Asking Questions. Now I Watch American Jewry Do the Same
Our advantage is that we are geniuses at raising children. Our failure is that we are terrible at raising adults.
Our advantage is that we are geniuses at raising children. Our failure is that we are terrible at raising adults.
I watched my child delight in her own strength and power as she realized she could care for those around her.
My heart fills with hope, a hope that I’d find a path back to who I was, or a path forward to who I was becoming.
How do we move past the comfort of a false god and to strive for connection with true Divine presence?
It’s the kind of grace you notice more as you get older, and wish you practiced more often yourself.
Birthdays, at their best, are celebrations of unconditional love, and I believe in all that, especially today, on Israel’s birthday.
How long before these breaking news headlines start to break me—or the deeper, real-er version of me?
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.
How do I give my children a childhood that feels safe when it feels like so much tragedy presses in on us from all sides?
It seems we have nudged Judaism one step further into a modern era that still holds our sacred traditions, but is egalitarian.