There was a time when attending Shabbat services meant dressing up: suits and ties for men, dresses for women. In those days, my pre-teen son sometimes wore a bow-tie, and my daughter relished wearing dresses whose skirts twirled as she spun around.
Last Yom Kippur afternoon, unable to concentrate because of the rumblings of my stomach – which I hoped only I could hear – my mind began to wander. Before long, it was filled with memories of Yom Kippurim gone by.
Growing up in Brooklyn, there was a small
A recent article in the Wall Street Journal tells the stories of several Brooklyn families that planned and carried out do-it-yourself b’nai mitzvah ceremonies and receptions for their teens at various locales in the borough. Among them were the Brooklyn
I’ve always been taught that when the Jewish people read from the Torah, it is not a random passage. When a congregation on Long Island (like the one I attend!) celebrates Shabbat, they open their Torah to the same portion as a congregation celebrating Shabbat
I grew up facing many of the same challenges faced by people with disabilities, although I did not have a disability myself – my parents did. My mother contracted polio at age 3, and by the time I was born, she relied on a wheelchair.
Together, we will champion the lessons of Passover by bringing greater wholeness, justice, and belonging to our world.