Indecision and Intermarriage: A Magic Carpet Tale
How do you create a wedding ceremony without a rabbi that honors your heritage when you’re not getting married to a Jew?
How do you create a wedding ceremony without a rabbi that honors your heritage when you’re not getting married to a Jew?
As the holiday season nears its end, I analyze the cards that adorn my pantry door.
Christmas is not a big holiday for most Jews. But for converts to Judaism, Christmas often means a trip home for a porkless reunion with the mishpacha.
Daci Platt shares her experience growing up with an unusual name.
Almost everyone in our community is touched in some way by interfaith marriage. A panel discussion at Adath helps those families find support from each other.
How do we remember and honor those lives? How do those of us without a number to tattoo, or those of us disagree with tattooing continue to remember?
I thought I was familiar with the Minneapolis Jewish community… until I heard about Cara Levin.
Seeing “The Possession” in the movie theater this week made me realize that exorcism wasn’t started by Catholics.
He was eighteen when his family heard he would be drafted. He would be stuck in freezing barracks, getting up every day at the crack of dawn.
Everyone has a favorite Jewish geography story. Mine takes place in Paris in the summer of 2005.
This Jew makes his return to Heron Lake in search of a duck asking to be blasted out of the sky.
There is something about a circle of close friends that makes you taller, more beautiful and stronger.You can be who you are, and all you have to do is walk in the door and fit like a puzzle piece into a world you own.
She stares at me, wondering why I don’t wear a scarf like her mom. Am I married? Of course I imagine this; we haven’t said a word.
I’m seeing a 1930s movie star, someone snarly like Bette Davis, saying “God has nothing to with it,” in the middle of a party on Park Avenue. How would she have written the book of Lamentations? I see her laughing when I ask.
“Look at your hands,” John says to me one night, when I am sobbing that “I think we may really be alone down here.”
“Look how cool they are,” he says. “Who else could do that but God?”
He is holding his mother’s hand as they get out of the car, but his head swivels to catch sight of the protesters in front of him. As he approaches the door, they scream “Zionist pigs!” with little thought as to how this might be affecting him.
Every year we end our Seder with the words, “Next year in Jerusalem”. This year I was in Jerusalem and it was a great way to experience Passover.
Watching Josh that evening, I finally understood the saying about all of us escaping from Egypt every time the story is told. Because very likely we are all trying to escape.