I remember the first time I heard the saying “All of us were there at Sinai.” It was at the start of my deep dive into Judaism after years of searching for meaning and healing after challenging life events. There is some kind of ancestral or soulical tie to those words that confirmed a familiarity I had frequently felt within myself. I imagined myself at the foot of the mountain as millions of us stood, awaiting the Torah before the next leg of the journey began. For years, l

A powerful sample from a draft of my upcoming book about trauma, healing, and religious rediscovery.

What's the possible connection between Shavuot and Pride Month? Is there space for my queer Jewish soul?

Imagine... A young woman steps into the limelight, preparing to speak about a cause she’s extremely passionate about. There’s only one...