I hadn’t contemplated what Jewish life abroad might look like or the compromises I might make. The landscape was that of Cezanne and Van Gogh, cobblestone streets, the ubiquitous skinny baguettes tucked under the arm. The seder, however, had an agenda.
What if wee find we are more resilient than we knew?
My faith has taught me that a woman is a human being, but a fetus is not a life until it is born.
Commentators say that mishloah manot is an exchange of gifts between equals. Needless to say that it didn’t work out that way in our school.
Your name is who you are and that no one else can have your name until you die–this precept seems profoundly linked to what it means to be Jewish.
Although the scenes appeared as mere shadows and whispers, I couldn’t make them disappear. With age came a clearer sense of past and present. Being on stage playing Anne protected me from those fears.
What’s missing? Americans’ obligation to promote human rights around the globe.
A women’s comedy night provides a special solace in difficult times.
