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This time there was no escaping it. This was my last child, and this would be the end of our physical attachment. 

An artistic validation of the many textures of grief

May our prayers and voices weave together to draw the Divine presence near.

The sukkah protects the vulnerable … and it exposes the violators

What I didn’t expect was how much fun it would be. Each time I dipped, and came up to speak my words, I smiled and laughed.

The act of remembering ... is the heartbeat of Jewish spirituality.

I’m packing This Grateful Heart into my disaster-survival kit.

It is revealing that quite regularly women tell me they prefer not to feel like a side of beef being kashered in her immersion process.

Starting at sunrise beneath the brilliant waning moon, I ventured into the desert with 70 clergy and humanitarian aid facilitators. In each of them I saw a face of the Divine.

“We are not merely connected like two ends of a thread,” the speaker says. “We are the thread./ One and whole.”