On day nine of Governor Hogan’s quarantine, I embarked upon a journey to find yeast. My daughter, uprooted from her college life, had decided that she wanted to make challah for Shabbat before Passover began. What a way to connect with her faith! What a perfect project for a quarantine! What a life skill! My… Read more »
On the eve of this Yom Kippur, I offer this prayer for anyone who has ever lost a pregnancy.
Mid-book tour, writer Michelle Brafman reflects.
We asked each woman to say one word they associate with money. Some of the angst-ridden responses: stressful, overwhelming, necessary, disorganized, illiterate, relevant, complex, and socially constricted.
I grew up in a synagogue with a mechitza, and I never thought much about this gender segregation until my first semester in college.
“You’re going to talk about hair? For two hours?” my mother said after I told her I’d been invited to co-facilitate a Lilith Salon.
I was walking out of Barnes & Noble on a warm May afternoon when I spotted him, Dr. Norman Vincent Peale, or, shall I say, his four-disc audio book.
