I was invited to frame “The Story of How We Got Here” at ACT’s recent gathering to show solidarity and support for survivors of sexual assault, misconduct, and abuse in the halls and spaces of Reform Jewish life. Folks have been asking for me to publish my remarks, so I’m putting them here.
A question I used to ask my coworkers at URJ Camp Harlam: Is the purpose of camp to show the campers a world as it could be, or to prepare them for the world as it is? One despicable answer seems to have been unfolding at Camp Ramah Berkshires over the past few years.
An essay I wrote about my unconventional current living arrangement and its impact on my dating life was published on April Fools’ Day in the LA Affairs column of the Los Angeles Times. It was not a joke. I hope you read and enjoy!
I wrote an essay about toxic masculinity in the progressive religious community to which I belong. I encourage you to check it out over at New Voices
It takes a certain type of insidiously selective ahistoricism to understand—to feel viscerally—the impact that centuries- and millennia-old events continue to visit on Jews living today and at the same time deny that the events of 400 years of American history continue to impact the lives of today’s Black Americans.
An essay I wrote about Jewish responses to Trump’s COVID diagnosis was published today at Alma. Check it out.
I created this source sheet for tashlich. I hope it creates space for reflection and meaningful contemplation:
My essay about the summers I spent working at camp was published today by New Voices
Then came Pittsburgh and over the past few days I’ve kept expecting myself to feel something strongly like pain or anger or grief. But instead what I feel most powerfully is resignation–mixed with a sort of Jewish inevitability that feels like I’m being presented with corroborating evidence–and I fear that I am growing cynical. This essay was written eight months ago, and I’m sharing it now before the time comes when I return to it after another mass shooting somewhere in the public square of America and I am so worn down that it makes me feel nothing at all.