Why I Still Dare to Raise a Jewish Child
The number of mornings that I wake up, look at my sweet Zusha, and feel that I am betraying him by raising him as a Jew keeps growing: Have I condemned him to a life of trauma because he is Jewish?
The number of mornings that I wake up, look at my sweet Zusha, and feel that I am betraying him by raising him as a Jew keeps growing: Have I condemned him to a life of trauma because he is Jewish?
It is my hope that every adopted child grows to know and honor that they belong to at least two families—the family of their birth and the family of their upbringing.
How should I atone for not keeping my promise to my deceased friend?
With younger generations relating and connecting so differently than older generations, what happens to the role of the rabbi?
What strange new life forms might grow from the breaking down of old models and structures of change-making?
When we meet a child’s question with reverence instead of resolution, we move from instructing to accompanying.
What if true wisdom were never about arriving at the right answers, but instead about cultivating the right postures?
Maybe now is the time to take a different approach. Instead of looking at others in judgment, we could try looking honestly at ourselves.
We can remind one another: It’s not any one person’s duty to complete the work and no one person can do all of the work.
Elul is the time for us to reflect on how we have acted in the past and how we want to act in the future.