As published in TAPInto SOMA. Last week’s public statement condemning the removal of the Israeli flag from the exterior of one of our town’s synagogues was one visible example of the often unseen work of our elected officials do on

I didn’t mean to freak out. Especially just a day after I’d sent out a message encouraging us all to keep calm. Nonetheless, when an unmarked white van pulled up in front of my home a few days ago, I

Surprise, and no surprise: the Israeli flag was taken down from our building by vandals at some point this past weekend. It was up over Shabbat, and when I stopped by this evening after a weekend away, I saw that

I just ate my third slice of a cake that ended up on our counter despite my protestations that I’m off sugar. Which I am, or was, a little regimen I adopted from Purim until Pesach (Passover), or at least

We enter Purim tomorrow night in a moment of profound uncertainty, with the war unfolding in Iran heavy on our minds and hearts. Missiles are raining down on Tel Aviv; as I write one 40 year-old woman has died and