Lilith chooses her freedom. She teaches us to follow our dreams and our inner voices even if it means being shut out of Eden.
As an adult with a 2-year-old daughter and another on the way, I can appreciate Halloween for what it really is: a day of dress-up and sugar highs.
My daughter, the child of a Mexican Catholic and American Jew, has a history inside of her of women who have broken the rules for ages.
In what language will I explain to my daughter that life is a game of hardball that no one wins so you have to swing like Babe Ruth and run like hell to home base?
If G-d took my daughter away from me, would I be able to forgive? Would I look towards the Torah or turn my back to it? Would the words “G-d’s will” leave my lips? And if not, what kind of a Jew am I? And if so, what kind of a mother?