Waking Up
The month of Elul provides an opportunity – or perhaps a nudge – to wake up and pay attention.
The month of Elul provides an opportunity – or perhaps a nudge – to wake up and pay attention.
Not having a “home” for the High Holy Days can make you feel a little lonely. Here’s our 3rd annual lists of Twin Cities synagogues and independent minyans that invite you to join them.
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.
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.
So one more Jewish holiday has passed in which I’ve suffered, utterly confused, isolated, and bummed.
I’ll say it: hamentashen are not my favorite holiday treat. But, in the name of tradition, I went on a quest to find the best the city has to offer.
I know you’re out there—a single parent, newly minted and not expecting to be.
Seriously, I need to know. What’s going in your mishloach manot baskets/boxes/bags this year? I need ideas.
Sometimes we need a reason to celebrate life. To pull us out of the everyday. Cheers to that.
There is no comfort in endings, no matter how much good might come to you at other times.
This coming week is the anniversary of the most world changing event in the history of mankind. It is also one of the least well-known Jewish Festivals on the Jewish calendar.
“Do you believe Jews are chosen above all other people?” “Chosen for what?” I reply. “Suffering?” He looks as though he wants to kick me, but does not.
Shavuot commemorates the receiving of the Torah from Mount Sinai. To celebrate we eat milk-ful dishes like blintzes and cheesecake. I know — being Jewish is sooooooo rough.
I want my son to see a flaming Alef lighting the sky above us when he dreams at night; right now it is all I have.
We are alive, Josh and I, like the fruits of Jerusalem. The trees, figs, noise and clatter tell us we are alive, and we cannot take it for granted.