by Rabbi Misha

Something beautiful took place this week in Albany. Seniors and disabled people joined their home care workers to occupy the capital demanding a living wage for home care workers.

by Rabbi Misha

In order to praise our existence with a full throat one has to be a prophet, a poet or suffer from some other form of insanity.

by Rabbi Misha

I have never considered writing a letter to the Pope until yesterday.

by Rabbi Misha

Voldymyr Zelensky, in the spirit of the Bíblical prophet, Amos, seems to declare, “I am no prophet nor the son of a prophet. I am a comic actor who was visited by a dream which has overtaken my life. The lion has roared; who can but tremble? The Lord God has spoken; who can but prophesy?”

by Rabbi Misha

We carry the incredible gifts of this city everywhere.

by Rabbi Misha

One week ago, there were one million less refugees in the world. One week of war creates homelessness on that vast a scale.

by Rabbi Misha

This war has made me question whether our children are growing up with the proper disdain for and hatred of war.

by Rabbi Misha

More than anyone else I know, the person most brilliantly engaged with the story of the Golden Calf, which appears in this week's parashah is my friend and teacher, artist Ghiora Aharoni.

by Rabbi Misha

All the third-grade students would line up and prepare for our favorite monthly ritual, the Pointless Adventure.

by Rabbi Misha

During the ceremony I asked the young woman what she is carrying with her from her previous spiritual traditions into this stage in her life. Her answer surprised me with its simplicity. “Kindness,” she said…

by Rabbi Misha

On abortion in a Jewish lens.

by Rabbi Misha

Witnessing a birth is like seeing God.

by Rabbi Misha

During this time of year, the drive up to Jerusalem is majestically white, not from the snow but from the blooming almond trees everywhere, the Shkediya.