Tears of Happiness, Tears of Grief
I remember the first time I cried tears of joy. I was a teenager, home alone, when the phone rang: A donor had been found, and my younger cousin Joe would soon be getting a new liver.
Galilee Diary: Return to the city of the dead
A man is nothing but a small plot of land,
A man is nothing but the image of the landscape of his birthplace,
Only what his ear recorded when it was still fresh,
Only what his eye took in before it had seen too much,
Whatever was encountered on the dew-covered path
"Weaving Women's Words"
I first fell in love with Washington, D.C., when I lived here for six weeks as part of the RAC’s Machon Kaplan College Internship Program.
IRAC goes back to court
Defying Boundaries
Members of Military Support Equal Rights for Servicewomen
There's More Than One Way to Be a Rabbi in Israel
What Being A Jewish Woman Means To Me
“A woman belongs on the bima as much as an orange belongs on the Seder plate.” The story of a male rabbi declaring this statement after a lecture in Florida may not be true, but ever since my family and I heard th