With pain in our hearts for losses past and, we fear, losses yet to come, Lilith will in coming weeks and months continue to publish the stories of Jewish feminists about terror, loss, displacement, and connection.
The courage of survivors inspires me. So many people who step forward do not see justice in their cases, or in their lives, but they see themselves as part of a justice continuum.
This year, with some unlikely help from Greta Gerwig’s film Barbie, I finally have the words to explain why honoring Queen Esther with the name Hadassah is so important to me.
These flaky, gluten-free cookies are eaten for Norouz, the Persian New Year, and by Persian Jews for the holiday of Purim since both holidays often fall close together on the calendar.
We cannot let state or federal legislation determine when life begins, forcing the hegemony of Christian scripture on our wombs or on our dreams.
In the end, the yearning for home, or perhaps more specifically to belong, is a shared human condition.
If rituals give us context to mark transitions and liturgy gives us the language to describe them, there is a whole set of transitions and experiences historically ignored within Jewish tradition.
A champion of women’s rights, social justice, and Jewish culture, Weissman’s wonderful art collection is now on view at the Dr. Bernard Heller Museum.
Historically, Jews have dealt with so much violence, discrimination, and hate enacted by outside forces: we cannot afford to inflict pain against each other. And perhaps–that’s why we inflict pain against each other?
Exile can be a place for sustained nourishment: the same activism that led me out of Jewish community came to tether me back in.
wishing you a chag sameach + an orange on your Seder plate 🍊
"I continued to dread Passover for many years because it rekindled not only painful childhood memories but also my shame over how Jewish I wasn’t."
In a classic Lilith Passover story, Andrea Kott looks back on her childhood seders in the beauty parlor owned by her Hungarian great aunt and uncle.
Read it at Lilith.org.
Art by @holliechastain featured in Lilith`s Fall 2017 issue
"I continued to dread Passover for many years because it rekindled not only painful childhood memories but also my shame over how Jewish I wasn’t."
In a classic Lilith Passover story, Andrea Kott looks back on her childhood seders in the beauty parlor owned by her Hungarian great aunt and uncle.
Read it at Lilith.org.
Art by @holliechastain featured in Lilith`s Fall 2017 issue
"Deftly she scraped the silver scales and forced
one fish into the other; the soft feet
of the calf she boiled into jelly; she stuffed rice
into the plump hen and bound
its wings and legs; she poured hot fat
over the leg of the lamb. Spices
sizzled and baked as she stirred
the bones bubbling in the pot.
They sat round the silver, the red wine glasses,
and read the story of their deliverance."
"Passover" by Thilde Fox ❤️
"Deftly she scraped the silver scales and forced
one fish into the other; the soft feet
of the calf she boiled into jelly; she stuffed rice
into the plump hen and bound
its wings and legs; she poured hot fat
over the leg of the lamb. Spices
sizzled and baked as she stirred
the bones bubbling in the pot.
They sat round the silver, the red wine glasses,
and read the story of their deliverance."
"Passover" by Thilde Fox ❤️
"The next Passover, a former student of my mother’s—Mom had gone on to teach high school Spanish—now a reporter for the local newspaper, contacted her about a story she was writing on Passover cuisine. She remembered my mother as vaguely exotic—a Cuban Jew with roots in Turkey and Greece. Along with drilling her students in stem changing verbs, my mother also unfurled her personal history in the classroom. Here was a chance for my mother to expand her audience beyond the teenagers she taught."
Read "The Empty Seder Table" by Judy Bolton-Fasman from our spring 2016 issue. Linked in our bio 💥
"The next Passover, a former student of my mother’s—Mom had gone on to teach high school Spanish—now a reporter for the local newspaper, contacted her about a story she was writing on Passover cuisine. She remembered my mother as vaguely exotic—a Cuban Jew with roots in Turkey and Greece. Along with drilling her students in stem changing verbs, my mother also unfurled her personal history in the classroom. Here was a chance for my mother to expand her audience beyond the teenagers she taught."
Read "The Empty Seder Table" by Judy Bolton-Fasman from our spring 2016 issue. Linked in our bio 💥
