Parshat Nasso: Lift Up

The Israelites who escaped Mitzrayim (a place of constriction) did not reach their destination for forty years.  Instead, they entered the wilderness of the desert (BaMdbar, related to d-b-r root for “to speak”).  They left a narrow place where they were bound to the wills of their human masters and were

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Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site, Atlanta Picture: New Ebenezer Baptist Church

On Silence

Noise is endangering our very capacity to listen and to hear. The president of the United States engaged in a Twitter back and forth with NFL and NBA athletes over the weekend of Sept. 23 and 24, filling the airwaves with threats and harsh judgments

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Passover dinner with candles and beautifully set table. Jews and African Americans celebrating together.

Passover with New Friends

For the second Passover seder, Temple Emanu-El hosted clergy from Greater Piney Grove Baptist Church, a 5,000-member congregation in Atlanta’s Old 4th Ward. My husband, Rabbi Spike Anderson, and I were eager to reach out beyond Sandy Springs. Our new friends were curious and interested

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Laughs and Tears

My family lived in Odessa during the Communist regime until the Soviet Union imploded in 1990 and there was nothing to hold us back from leaving.   I grew up listening to grown ups share terrifying stories of hardship, poverty, and anti-Semitism, but what I remember

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Mr. Gaga

“Mr. Gaga” is a documentary profiling the life and work of Ohad Naharin, an Israeli choreographer and the director of the Batsheva Dance Company, based in Tel Aviv and renowned all over the world. This film is about the art of dance and offers a

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The Awesome Silence

As I write this, we have not yet begun to celebrate Passover, and my household is bursting with anticipation. My middle son is hilariously attempting to sell our chametz to the babysitter, my youngest child has taken our cockatiel’s molted feathers to task around the

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Seasons Have Passed

Seasons have passed since I last touched my grandmother. She holds her loneliness in quarantine and, faithfully, I keep my distance in fear of contagion and angry that she’s gotten herself sick with age. On the telephone our conversation telescopes the weather in New York;

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