Because submission to God’s will is one way to look at bowing fully down on the Yamim Noraim…but what if we are taking a bow, an end-of-the-year curtain call, so that God can applaud us for all we’ve endured? This was written as an

Rosh Hashanah 5787 Day 2 Sermon Click HERE to watch Rabbi Treu’s full sermon on Rosh Hashanah Day 2. I … did something… really bad this summer. I didn’t mean to. It was something that had been brewing, I guess, for many years, and someone finally

Rosh Hashanah 5787 | Day 1 Sermon Click HERE to watch Rabbi Treu’s full sermon on Rosh Hashanah Day 1. [Singing unaccompanied: “Where do you belong? Where do you belong?”] That song has been stuck in my head for lo these many months. Name the show!

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 behalf of our community.

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 noticed my heart beat

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 it had been torn

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 that was the idea,

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 others are injured. The

Yesterday I got on the wrong train. No, that’s not right at all. I got on the right train, only then it went to the airport, so it was the wrong train after all. As the inimitable Kathryn Shultz has written with wonder: the