Yes, I know it feels like there’s a month for everything these days, but bear with me. As director of Sasone, our community program that advocates for access and inclusion for the one-in-four individuals with disabilities in Jewish life and learning, and as a mom of three, this month feels especially meaningful.
In Judaism, we hold space for joy and despair simultaneously, and The Jewish Community Campus’ social hall is one of the greatest examples I know.
So you didn’t build a sukkah this year.
In an economic and legislative environment full of unpredictability, we encourage you to tap the knowledgeable team at the Jewish Community Foundation (JCF) — perhaps even more than you have in the past.
Corn stalks stood at attention for harvest, but oddly, they looked as if a blow torch had consumed them, leaving burnt skeletal remains of crops, mile after mile.
It is that time of year again, when we are called to do acts of teshuvah, of repentance and return.
I’m tempted to wrap up the last 12 months of news with a bow and send it on its way, but I will save my news recap for our secular new year’s issue.
We live in such narrow lanes that when serendipity broadens them, we may find we have been given unexpected gifts.
As a child, the thought of Yom Kippur filled me with cold, existential dread. The day itself would find me in tears, certain of my well-deserved doom — like, tomorrow.
I wasn’t expecting to have a mystical encounter while reporting a story about kosher meals in Overland Park, but as I open the door of the Torah Learning Center (TLC) a few days before Passover, I feel the pull of something sacred draw me inside.
