Erev Shabbat
The scent of fresh challah was timeless and unmistakable and was leading Jonah’s nose to the small bakery suitably wedged between a bookstore and a flower shop.
The scent of fresh challah was timeless and unmistakable and was leading Jonah’s nose to the small bakery suitably wedged between a bookstore and a flower shop.
Sermon Last Days of Pesach 2023 My husband likes to teach that the Seder plate is a time machine: not only is the plate itself round like a clock, but the items placed upon it represent the driving narrative of the Exodus and the timeline it unfolds on. From the time of ‘karpas’ (greens) of […]
Here’s an unexpected question: what is the commonality between synagogue governance and Matan Torah, Revelation at Sinai?
This week’s Parashah could be called, well, not quite ‘four weddings and a funeral’ but close enough: two funerals and two weddings.
If monotheism is assumed, it is also more challenging to step outside of that paradigm and reflect on why monotheism matters.
During my summer vacation, I did that thing that rabbis are prone to doing: I attended services at another congregation.
There is only so much dissonance the human brain can absorb at any given moment and more wisdom (and rage) may filter through the recesses of our consciousness in days to come.
I cannot offer you a nechemta, dear brothers and sisters, dear siblings.
My presence is not a political act; it is a moral stance, an expression of my deepest religious values and a fulfilment of the obligations of Jewish ethics.
Please allow me to start this sermon with oversharing. One of the weirder trivia about me is that I had three children in three different countries.