When I started my conversion process seven years ago, I immediately noticed something: Jews love food.
I grew up in a white, middle-class American family. My background is a mishmash of English, Irish, German, and Scottish. In my home, food was never emphasized. It was more like something you simply needed to get by.
I recently watched the Netflix documentary “One of Us,” which follows three people who have chosen to leave the Satmar community in New York.
I’ve never had a strong stomach. Since I was a child, I’ve often experienced painful stomach attacks out of the blue. My stomach would feel like someone was stabbing a knife into it. I never considered that I was allergic to foods of any kind, nor did I put two and two together that perhaps some foods might be triggering my stomach problems.
For a long time, I’ve heard people preaching the importance of dressing with tzniut (modesty) and telling girls that it’s important to cover up so that they don’t give the boys any reason to stare at them. And I’ve never been comfortable with that idea.
Years ago, when Jill Moray Reichman was in her early 20s, she was working a summer job as a receptionist.
This past summer, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
It came as a total surprise because there had been no symptoms. I felt healthy, and I had no family history of the illness. I’m 41, an age where,
As I am sitting and writing this article, I am feeding my two-month-old baby with one hand and typing with the other.
I have a pot on the stove, vegetables chopped on the counter waiting for my attention, a big
The Torah and Jewish laws were, many times, way ahead of modern day science. We know today that the occasional fast is healthy for the body and provides the digestive system with an opportunity to rest, detox, and reboot. And
For most of us, the Jewish High Holidays and Shabbat look something like this:
Pray (a lot of sitting, some standing).
Eat (could involve entire loaves of bread, bottles of wine, and a variety of meats, carbs, and of course