Arielle Silver-Willner
“We’re evolving ritual in a way that meets people where they’re at, and they’re going home feeling like Jews.”
“We’re evolving ritual in a way that meets people where they’re at, and they’re going home feeling like Jews.”
Every Friday night for generations and generations, we’ve stood in kitchens and we’ve kneaded and braided challah into life for Shabbat. We’re going to bring all of those things together today while I teach you how to make a uterus challah for Repro Shabbat.
As I look at my new daughter, I think about what a few more decades of restrictions could mean for her future. I knead harder.
The candles you place in us burn for exactly three hours. As their glow infuses the room and transforms it to sacred space, we watch you savor your dinner and wine.
Until we are comfortable loudly discussing abortion and reproductive freedom in our communities, we will inadvertently perpetuate the idea that abortion is taboo.
In a pandemic, and in the middle of nowhere, I found a new tradition.
A mother examines her relationship with Judaism when asked to carry the Torah on Shabbat.
My first real blunder came during the hand washing. I wasn’t sure how many seconds I needed to run my hand under the water for it to count as washed, and felt the eyes of my hosts on me.