For an extra sweet Shabbat, this variation on traditional challah adds some sweet apples to the dough just before braiding.
I remember slings and arrows,
Cruel fortune that cast me into the desert
The first desert was freedom
So no: not that desert.
This was a desert of
Snow days can be fun; not so this kind of cold. It was colder in Chicago this week than it was in the North Pole.
As we witness public figures dismantled by the revelation of ugly episodes from their pasts, we parents must distill these events and their aftermath for our children.
The poet Yehuda Amichai writes: I don’t want an invisible god... I want a god who is seen... , so I can lead him around and tell him what he doesn’t see… ... In this week’s portion, Ki Tisa, we reconnect with this unfinished storyline at the beginning of Exodus 32. While Moses tarries atop Mount Sinai, the people down below are losing their patience: