The next synagogue that gets our money, time, friendship, love, and loyalty will give back to us these things. Because every Jew deserves them.
In almost a decade and a half, I have never taken down a post on my blog and I won’t start now. But I did rewrite one. This one. Read on to learn why…
After four years, our membership at the synagogue down the block is expiring for the final time. Here’s why we’re not renewing it.
Judging the religiosity of fellow Jews by the clothes they wear only works if everyone lives by the same rules. Thank God we don’t.
Jewish journeys are not always comfortable. They’re not meant to be. But you can’t reach the promised land unless you pick one. Especially at Passover.
The hardest thing for some Jews to accept is not having a right to define the identity of other Jews.
The Friday before last, my experience chanting Torah for the first time on Shabbat was amazing. The next morning, I walked out of my synagogue.
This people is a diverse people. As Reform Jews, we especially celebrate that diversity. What do you do when your synagogue just doesn’t get it?
Next week, I chant Torah for the first time. My portion, Tazria, offends modern ears. But it all depends on the telling. Here’s mine.
Some ancient Jewish law is toxic. So why do we still put the Talmud above the lives of human beings as God created us?