My grandfather told me his hometown no longer existed. But I found it—and finally came to appreciate my own heritage.
My father used to share his harrowing childhood memories every year at the Seder. Now I make sure his memories will survive.
A universe of blogs has sprung up where issues of Jewish law and rabbinic authority are discussed in unprecedented ways
Every year, we sweep away crumbs from our cabinets. But we’re often afraid to sweep away stuff we’d be better off without.
The problem with our politics isn’t the collapse of left or right; it’s our inability to think rigorously about the challenges we face