Walking through Central Park with his students, Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel used to stop now and then and cry out, “Look at the trees!” All conversation would pause, all serious matters being discussed put on hold and for the moment all that mattered was the trees. Maybe they were pink and budding with spring flowers.
Last year 22-year-old Marina Keegan died in a car crash days after graduating from Yale. Known on campus for her writings, within days of her death her essays were being circulated throughout the web, republished on sites like The New Yorker, U.S. News, the L.A. Times, and more. An essay she had written titled “The
“I felt my legs were praying,” Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel wrote in a private memo, circa 1965. The words described his march alongside Martin Luther King Jr. as the two advocated for African American voting rights in Selma, Alabama. The iconic black-and-white photograph depicting Rabbi Heschel and Dr. King walking side by side is a
Last year I visited six New York Jewish Day Schools and met with administrators to discuss the institutions’ maternity leave policies. And in all of these schools, I noted something troubling. Despite the ethics taught in Jewish studies classes, administrators crafted institutional policies that didn’t meet the health and financial needs of their employees. There
For my first Friday night at college, I decided to attend Shabbat dinner. I had never seen a dining room so packed. During the meal, I made a joking reference to my family’s high holiday celebrations and a boy at my table turned to me in shock. “You’re Jewish?” he asked. I was taken aback.
One of the aspects of New York I love most is the noise. At any point of day or night you’ll hear people on the street talking, laughing, or running down Broadway looking for a midnight snack. The noise can also be suffocating. Amid blaring sirens and shouting vendors, it can be difficult to remember—to