As I write this I am in Israel. The thought of writing this has filled me with dread. Last year at this time, it felt ...

My ancient ancestors, like those Jews on the front lines of today’s hotspots, saw that the true miracle was to take action in the face of despair.

My father’s name was Simcha, the Hebrew word for happiness. And that night in the Siberian wilderness, there was joy.

Jews around the world gather at Passover to retell the story of our liberation, to celebrate freedom and the resilience of ...