The more we try to lessen the struggle and claim certainty as Jews, the more we needlessly cut ourselves off from each other.
Jews of all ages together, doing Jewish together, for the sake of Jews of all ages. Could that be the real remedy for the ongoing crash of Jewish affiliation?
No one has the right to tell you who you can and cannot love. So why do denominational rabbinic programs attempt to make that decision for their students?
It’s amazing how much we’re willing as a human race to insult and hurt each other–and ultimately, ourselves–often mortally so, just to prove that the things we believe are right.
Musing about Los Angeles distances recently, I was surprised to learn my mental yardstick had finally changed time zones.
This month, my relationship with Ryan becomes my longest ever. And so much for being Chicago Carless. Try as we might, it’s a love we can’t stop re-living from the front two seats of a car.
Last year, I rejected the Jewish ‘December dilemma’ by forging a new December holiday tradition. This year, the Eitz Moed rose once again–with much joy and no angst required.
Overly earnest security measures can carry a great price. They can make of our synagogues unnecessarily unwelcoming places. I explore that idea in this video post.
When I left New York, I promised myself I would not support the creation of the same type of useless security measures that ultimately devoured my hometown. And now my synagogue wants to create one.
This Thanksgiving, Ryan and I have a lot for which to be thankful. But we’re most grateful for having had the opportunity to give an elderly, withdrawn little black cat a home. And to love her.