Covering my hair makes me feel like part of the Orthodox community. But how I cover it makes me feel like an individual.
How can we square conspicuous extravagance with laws of modesty? What about Jewish laws about treating animals humanely?
When I got married, my sheitel was a symbol of my vows and my Orthodoxy. Then it became a symbol of my discontent.
How people treat us in public often depends on what we’re wearing on our heads, whether it’s my wig or his yarmulke
It wasn’t a question of modesty, but intimacy: ‘I had to dial back my friendships with men, for the sake of my marriage’
When I bought jeans recently, I redefined what ‘tzniut’ means to me as an Orthodox woman