Gabrielle Ariella Kaplan-Mayer
I dipped a slice of green apple lightly into honey, but the metallic aftertaste of chemo in my mouth turned its sweetness bitter.
I dipped a slice of green apple lightly into honey, but the metallic aftertaste of chemo in my mouth turned its sweetness bitter.
How do we reconcile the disparate pieces of our genetic whorl with the legacy of our lineage?
I will never know. I can’t fit all the pieces of my mother’s life together like a jigsaw puzzle.
I know deeply what it is to feel like I have to make a choice between my spiritual life and my sense of dignity as a disabled person.
When I want to position myself in the world I need only one fact: I went to Woodstock.
It felt different to watch The Olympics this year. It’s not only a reminder of the incredible variety of the human body, but of its fragility.
Films depict the unequal treatment of Mizrahi Israelis, Ethiopian Israelis and Arab/Palestinian Israelis, and the poor treatment of foreign workers. Forget the early Zionist ideal of the nobility of Jewish labor in the Promised Land. Discrimination against women, a frequent subject of this festival, was problematic even in the early kibbutz days.
Ellen Weinstein’s new children’s book captures life on the Lower East Side across languages, traditions, and generations.
Chloe Safier talks to her cousin, Sara Glass, about “Kissing Girls on Shabbat,” leaving Orthodox Judaism, and buying yoga pants for the first time.
Nine Jewish feminists weigh in about the podcasts they’ve been listening to — for comfort, for sanity, for enlightenments, and for laughs.