My girlfriend is that rare combination of pessimism with the occasional flash of hardcore optimism, and a dash of superstition thrown in for good measure. (Actually, that’s probably why everyone… Read more »
If it is desirable to eat and sleep in a sukkah, should one also use the treadmill in a sukkah? It’s chol hamoed, I’m at the gym and judging by… Read more »
Last week my father remembered an Orthodox classmate from law school who got an interview at a prestigious Baltimore firm that had no Jewish partners or employees. “How’d it go?,”… Read more »
Okay, I know it’s probably a bad idea for me to write about the election in the U.S. right now, because I’m still a resident of freak-out-loss-of-perspective-ville, but this is… Read more »
I have been thinking about my tombstone. Every year, during these days surrounding Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur I get a little nervous. The words in the machzor make it… Read more »
Here’s some food for thought as you ponder your relationship with God over the next week and a half of High Holiday atonement: what if God is neither a He… Read more »
Man, miss a week of blogging and you miss Tzipi Livni getting elected by 431 votes. Of course, there’s been plenty going on since then, what with the U.S. presidential… Read more »
That Tuesday I awoke early before the sunrise and walked myself like an eager, panting dog along the quiet sidewalk, strung against the hues of pale golden light. In the… Read more »
As part of the celebration of Lilith’s 100th issue, our fall issue has a list of 100 great feminist ideas. Check out the issue and leave your own ideas below!… Read more »
1. The concert begins when a world-famous clarinetist enters from the back row playing Yerushalayim Shel Zahav (Jerusalem of Gold), encouraging the audience to sing along. 2. In between musical… 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 ❤️
