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Every evening the night forgives the day its sins and the day sleeps cradled and dreamless; and each morning the day forgives the night even its darkest corners of trespass... Read more »
What’s this boy crisis? Lilith spotlights men with radical thoughts on gender
and Judaism. Celebrating differently through the whole calendar cycle.
Every evening the night forgives the day its sins and the day sleeps cradled and dreamless; and each morning the day forgives the night even its darkest corners of trespass... Read more »
In 1968, when none of the news was good, her grandmother tried to protect her.
The author of Up the Down Staircase captures her very special grandfather on the 150th anniversary of his birth; he was that entrancing weaver of Yiddish tales, Sholom Aleichem, whose stories about daughters and parents became “Fiddler of the Roof.”
Look again at how we’re marking the passages in our lives, from publishing a new book to hilarious seder homework, from wedding seriousness to birthday frolicking. Not to get all Martha Stewart on you, but this is definitely the moment to do things differently.
Sometime in the middle of high school I was confronted with rather irrefutable evidence that I wasn’t much of a man. Given this was the early 1980s — an era... Read more »
The Bible’s most vivid character is King David, whom it is easy to see as the paradigm of masculinity. We think of him as a ferocious fighter, a sweet musician,... Read more »
And you knew who you were then/Girls were girls and men were men.” So sang Archie Bunker — and for all we’re taught in Hebrew school, “then” might as well... Read more »
©Tobaron Waxman I am a gay Orthodox feminist and, perhaps for this very reason, I am confused by gender. Despite the role delineations of the Orthodox world, I have ingested... Read more »
There has never been a better time to be a Jewish woman in America. But to be a Jewish man in America today, you can expect not much more than... Read more »
Whenever I am hungrythey crowd past me,gaunt shadows elbowing each other,rushing toward the tables. The tables are many, rude wooden slabs,peasant tables with bread, cheese and wine,homey kitchen tables covered... Read more »
Every evening the night forgives the day its sinsand the day sleeps cradled and dreamless;and each morning the day forgives the nighteven its darkest corners of trespassand the night wanders... Read more »
You think once you’ve crossed the desert you will find freedom; your belly will be full; your body will forget hunger and fear. After many months you reach the spot... Read more »