In last week’s post, I wrote about some of my experiences growing up Jewish in New Mexico, living with fear of assimilation as well as attraction to certain aspects of… Read more »
Happy (belated) Chanukkah to all you readers! The winter holiday season is a time when many United-Statesian Jews become aware of their level of visibility. (By the way, I like… Read more »
This past Sunday, the Jewish community welcomed its newest member. Baby Miriam Aviva was born December 10 to Temple Emanuel members and Iowa natives Amanda and Naomi. Amanda, who converted… Read more »
Hi everyone, my name is Ri, and this is my inaugural post as a Lilith blogger. To find out more about me and my writing, check out my bio here.… Read more »
I’ve spent the past month searching for a new nanny. Albina, our beloved babysitter, who had lived three doors away, moved. She doesn’t drive, and now lives just far enough… Read more »
The next installment of the Lilith Fiction Podcast series is here! In “Zhid,” rose-petal jam and stolen furs lure a young immigrant mother in 1940s America. The story, which first… Read more »
My doctor goes into a shockingly racist rant about the government’s being incapable of managing health care as proved by H1N1 vaccine just going to “pickaninnies in the ghetto.” A… Read more »
Every year, I look forward to my Channukah care package, when my mom and sister round up Channukah treats, toys, and decorations and send them to me. Here in Pocatello,… Read more »
In the aftermath of Nofrat Frenkel’s arrest at the Western Wall (her crime? wearing a tallit), Lilith has heard from a lot from all of you, asking what you can… Read more »
The next installment of the Lilith Fiction Podcast series is here! In “Malka in the Promised Land,” a young yeshiva girl breaks loose. The story, which first ran in the… Read more »
Shabbat Shalom 💓
Art: Betty LaDuke, "Oregon Summer Joy," from the cover of Lilith`s Winter 1997-1998 issue
Shabbat Shalom 💓
Art: Betty LaDuke, "Oregon Summer Joy," from the cover of Lilith`s Winter 1997-1998 issue
Are you still looking for a way to express your appreciation for your seder host? Buy them a gift subscription to Lilith magazine! Lilith brings you fresh ideas, compelling culture-creators, thought-provoking articles, and transformative rituals you’ll find nowhere else.
Give the gift of Lilith—link in bio!
Are you still looking for a way to express your appreciation for your seder host? Buy them a gift subscription to Lilith magazine! Lilith brings you fresh ideas, compelling culture-creators, thought-provoking articles, and transformative rituals you’ll find nowhere else.
Give the gift of Lilith—link in bio!
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 ❤️
