You can’t make a voodoo doll, I repeat. It isn’t our magic to use. I think of the magic that should be ours to use, instead. The faith we should have in our mezuzot and our medicine. A magic based on belief in the good.
Julie Metz talks to Fiction Editor Yona Zeldis McDonough her new book Eve and Eva: A Search for My Mother’s Lost Childhood and What War Left Behind (Atria).
While my tears flowed and the moment felt surreal, my five-year-old asked me if Elsa from Frozen is real.
My hair was a problem to be solved. From inside and outside the walls of my house, my hair was a symbol of something larger that had nothing and everything to do with me.
How mindlessly I licked their melting ice cream cones and fallen lollipops. Even when they were sick, especially when they were sick, I held them close. Now, we can’t even touch.
Dani Alpert is one funny lady and like many comics, she uses her life as a prime source for her material. After falling for a divorced dad of two, she struggles to find a way to embrace the offspring she claims never to have wanted.
The reader knows by page one of Queen for a Day that Mimi Slavitt’s three-year-old son is autistic, but if anyone told her, she wouldn’t listen, because she doesn’t want… Read more »
Taking a step back from intellectual musings on the shofar, a rabbi taps into the raw emotions that this ritual offers.
As narratives of the ongoing conflict in Israel abound, the stories of mothers provide a human anchor for international anguish.
The purpose of the Seder is to tell stories. Not just any stories, but our stories – the stories of our people, of our families, and our own deepest stories. And not just to anyone – but to our children, those, perhaps, before whom it is most difficult to expose ourselves.
