Israel is more than what makes the headlines. It is also filled with people who will reach across the divide and give you the opportunity to be in community together.
I consider myself a dedicated yet anxious Jewish mom. I’m dedicated because I would like my children to have a Jewish upbringing that connects them to our collective stories, history, and values – and I’m anxious because I’m never quite sure whether I’m accomplishing that goal.
This year was the first time in a long time I wasn’t with my immediate family in Australia or my cousins in Israel to celebrate Rosh HaShanah.
Although we don’t vote in Israel’s elections and should not expect to, neither does the Knesset have a monopoly over the Zionist project. It belongs to all Jews.
I grew up going to services. A lot of services. I was adept at counting the ceiling tiles, reaching into the thousands as my grasp of numbers grew more sophisticated. The melodies became part of my life soundtrack; I hummed them as my mind wandered during the rabbi’s sermon.
In the wake of the murder of 11 Jews at prayer, congregations and communities have gathered in sanctuaries and in parks and on street corners to mourn the victims.
Let’s consider our carbon footprint. Let’s take into account how many people live in your home, how many miles you drive per week, how many flights you take annually and how much meat you eat. Each of these activities contributes to carbon dioxide emissions, which contributes to climate change.