I’ve either just done the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life, or five and a half years from now I’ll be Rabbi Doyle.
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?
Is that a mop on your head or are you just counting the Omer? Or how I ended up observing the Omer in spite of myself.
Using Judaism’s traditional seven-week period of mourning as inspiration to return to a ‘three-a-day the Jewish way’ prayer practice.
How the Sadducees, the Sanhedrin, and Sweet Brown led Ryan and me to a observe a seven-day Passover holiday.
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.
An epic post about dragging my partner to Disneyland for his 40th birthday–and watching him fall in love with the place in spite of himself.
A reader asked how a Reform Jew can learn to pray Judaism’s traditional three weekday prayers. Here’s my guide on using Mishkan T’filah, the current RJ prayerbook, to do just that.
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.