After facing nasty comments on her posts, Caroline Rothstein asks if Jewish sites should take on an ethical code to fight cyber bullying in their midst.
Content warning: The author has requested that there be a content/trigger warning as this piece talks about sexual abuse and rape.
When the man who caused the death of Caroline Rothstein’s brother died, heavy emotion flooded her body. He had oddly become one of her brother’s legacies.
This past summer was the first time I can remember — maybe since childhood — where I didn’t have to wear spandex, shorts, Spanx, tights or some other thigh-chaff-resistant garment. I’ve naturally lost weight since winter, about a pant size or two. Now, each time I wear a dress or skirt, I leave my apartment in shock that my inner thighs are actually touching, sliding against one another skin to skin, without pain.
Caroline Rothstein struck a chord when she wrote about the perils of being white and Jewish and a woman in a changing neighborhood. Was it the right one?
When Caroline Rothstein shut the door of her building behind her, she unknowingly opened a portal to her own feelings about race and class and Jewish identity.
My faith is a hybrid of Eastern philosophy and Kabbalistic spirituality. Most days, I’m comfortable with it. Some days, I feel like I’m not doing “Jewish” right.
What is it like when two parts of one partnership grow up in with different understandings of god? Caroline Rothstein finds out.
To me, finding a nice Jewish boy is crucial to finding a lifelong partner. Maybe it shouldn’t matter. But to me, and many others, it does.
Caroline Rothstein recently found seven napkins from her bat mitzvah party 17 years ago. She warns that coming of age should be about more than a shindig.