Stripped of historical context, the diaries of Anne Frank and Luis de Carvajal El Mozo allow us to believe what we want to believe.
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?