Our Adar Hearts
“As we read a text about Adar, and one about feeling the pain of those suffering, The Fellows wrote our own Torah as a response.”
Journalism by Jewish college students, for Jewish college students.
“As we read a text about Adar, and one about feeling the pain of those suffering, The Fellows wrote our own Torah as a response.”
Is it possible to disentangle fasting from the connotations of weight loss and dieting, and maintain its religious value?
“I have seen Jewish wisdom anchor chronically ill and disabled people amidst a society that is built, in many ways, to exclude us.”
“It is true that we are formed from the ‘dust of the Earth’ – we are descendants of space stuff, whether your origin story starts with an apple or a bang.”
“Let us dance, feel, celebrate the rarity of this fleeting life before we return to stardust in the cosmos / Let us usher our descendants in for a good time.”
“With this siddur addition, LGBTQ+ young adult Jews get to truly share their voices in religious life.”
“By distancing myself from Christianity, I’ve distanced myself from a part of my mom’s life. I’m still trying to put together the pieces I’ve missed.”
“I relapsed almost every Passover.” For some, the holiday of liberation can feel like Mitzrayim. Experts weigh in on how to find freedom.
Many young Jews are growing critical of arguments for Jewish continuity that demonize their families or futures.
“When you pray the Lakota way, do you feel like you’re praying to the same God?”
Rilke’s translated response to an age-old discourse: “What is to be done with the Jews?”
In this excerpt from a collaborative High Holidays reader entitled “Our Still Small Voice”, Raffi Levi brings Jewish spiritual wisdom on enoughness and healing for readers looking to set an intention for the whirlwind Days of Awe.
“Still, the images—Portland tweens and Seattle teens and Polish and British and American and Israeli and Hungarian and Canadian staff singing their hearts out in languages familiar and foreign, skipping around with friends and strangers turned best friends, busting moves in sync or at random without blinking an eye—remains starkly etched in the crevices of my mind. Finding my place in this global network of people and identities reminds me just how much room there is under the umbrella of Judaism.”
An amorphous red glob has invaded my underwear. It collects in a pool, spreading across the polka dotted fabric with what my eleven-year-old brain declares a vengeance. I look down into the liquid substance that has turned my Wednesday underwear into an abysmal crime scene. From the upstairs bathroom, I call for backup in the…