Judaism helped me get into drinking alcohol—would it now help me get sober?
Since I came out as transgender, I’ve never felt more Jewish
Sundays, I am a Unitarian. But now I realize that I am always a Jew.
I was ridiculed and physically abused for being the wrong kind of Jewish boy. As a result, it took decades to come to terms with my identity.
At age 34, far from home, I joined a synagogue for the first time—in Charlottesville
How a Jewish-American soldier in WWII survived in a POW camp—and even managed to celebrate Passover under the Nazis’ noses
How I stopped worrying and learned to lie to the most important man in my life
Chasing the ghosts of my uncle, who was killed in action in Normandy during WWII
How I lost my Mormonism and came to embrace the Jewish way
Growing up in a religious family where premarital sex was forbidden and sex wasn’t discussed, I wasn’t taught how to deal with the dangers I’d face
My winding journey through music mirrored my journey of Jewish discovery
For me, learning Hebrew was a way to fit in as a Russian immigrant growing up in Israel. For the kids in my Hebrew school class in California, the language meant something entirely different.
A trip with my grandmother to her French hometown revealed a complex narrative of forgotten stories, newly discovered facts, and misremembered details
When I decided to physically transition from female to male, I didn’t consciously consider how my relationship to Judaism might change as a result
My youthful admiration for religious teachers, and my desire to please and even emulate them, ultimately helped me connect with myself as a Jewish adult
In Jerusalem, I developed an unlikely friendship with a taxi driver. I owe him much more than what’s on the meter.
My grandfather lost all his relatives in the Holocaust—and then hid those memories for the rest of his life
A three-part story about love, loss, and all the music in between