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.
What would ritual look like for people who, for whatever reason, become estranged from a family member?
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.
Your website might say that you’re “warm and welcoming,” but what does that look like in practice?
As I look back to that time, I believe I was beginning to wonder how eating could be a sacred act even if my actions were not based in Jewish law.
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.
In a self-obsessed and individualistic world, how can we recognize, delight in, and live up to the commitments we have to each other, to the world, and to making it more sacred?
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?