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Jun 26, 2018, 10:09 PM

Stringency Wars

“Let them be stringent,” they said. “Let them have their chumras..it doesn’t matter to us.” I heard the way this new world of Modern Orthodoxy viewed my old world. It was so foreign to me. It felt like we were...

Jun 19, 2018, 5:50 PM

When the Children Cry – Rise Up!

There is a soundtrack to my life. There are an endless amount of lyrics and tunes stored in my brain and the second something happens that triggers a feeling, a song begins to play. Today, I heard the White Lion...

May 13, 2018, 11:46 AM

The rooftops of the Sarah Tuttle-Singer's Old City (Courtesy, Sarah Tuttle-Singer)

I left the holy city to wander out into the world and find myself, and return

Apr 13, 2018, 9:47 AM

My grandmother ran out of Poland towards Russia with only the summer clothes she was wearing and spent the next five years seeking warmth in a world that had frozen over. I was raised on her story, as well as...

Mar 27, 2018, 11:03 PM

The Wicked Daughter

Sometimes, when I am feeling particularly reflective, I imagine my life as a boy. I wonder if I would make the choices I make today, had I been a boy. I think that I would, because I believe my gender...

Mar 20, 2018, 9:31 PM

Illustrative: The seder involves multiple senses such as touch, smell and taste. (Shutterstock, via JTA)

My heart jumps when I spot a long-forgotten pretzel in the corner, though I no longer believe

Mar 8, 2018, 9:27 AM

I am Woman — Please don’t make me roar

Illustrative. (iStock)

I teach my daughter how to listen, and I teach my son the same thing; I no longer need to roar

Mar 4, 2018, 3:05 PM

Flowers for My Mother

“Write about the flowers,” she says. “Write about how I always miss the flowers.” My mother loves the spring. She will wait for the colors to start sprouting, first the yellows and then the pinks. Every year, her heart expands as the...

Feb 23, 2018, 10:38 AM

Life after death

Illustrative. (iStock)

We danced to the songs my sister had loved until we were sweaty, silly-looking, and full of an energy we didn’t recognize

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Bracha Goldstein is a work in progress. She writes to free her soul and to share her ideas with the world.