Hot & Hearty Soups for Cold Nights
As the temperatures plummet and the snow crunches beneath my feet when I retrieve the mail, my cravings veer towards soups. Hearty and filling, or light and fragrant, peasant fare […]
August 15, 2022
As the temperatures plummet and the snow crunches beneath my feet when I retrieve the mail, my cravings veer towards soups. Hearty and filling, or light and fragrant, peasant fare […]
August 15, 2022
When I was in college in the late 1980s, I devoured the work of Jewish feminists like Ellen Umansky and Judith Plaskow. They unearthed for me the previously hidden voices […]
August 15, 2022
She was hiding in the countryside because she was Jewish. But she was an anti-Semite. A fascinating look at French author Irène Némirovsky.
August 15, 2022
Desperate to find a book club where she belongs, TC Jewfolk writer, Nina Badzin, discovers that the chosen people are not her first choice.
August 15, 2022
Nowadays, it seems like there’s an app for everything- ordering food, shopping for clothes, or even telling you what you missed when you go to the restroom during a movie. […]
August 15, 2022
Sam Blustin starts his monthly column about living in Israel, Living In A Foreign Language, with a discussion of why his Jewish schooling let him down, and what he’s doing about it.
August 15, 2022
When choosing bread for Shabbat dinner, chances are you’ve done one of three things: make challah, buy challah, or pull out a few hot dog buns, maybe a slice of […]
August 15, 2022
My sister, Chaya, is kind, generous, fun and very into aesthetics. A favorite memory of ours was when my parents were commissioning the writing of a Torah scroll. My mom […]
August 15, 2022
This article is for you. The Jew who has never built a sukkah before, or vaguely remembers that the last time you helped to build a sukkah, you were four-years-old and your job was to hang streamers from the ceiling.
August 15, 2022
I feel that there is something artificial and forced about setting aside one day every year for us to admit our mistakes and ask forgiveness from others. This should be done every day! Just feeling that I am “required” to sit in synagogue, pray with more intensity than normal, and pour out my soul to God (or maybe just acknowledging my soul’s existence to myself) makes me feel less motivated to do just that. Yet, this is what Yom Kippur asks us to do.