2021 has turned out to be another unpredictable year. As wave after wave of news stories reporting death and mayhem rolled over us, I found myself thinking about the Enlightenment.
Believe it or not, I grew up in a Jewish family that didn’t tell jokes.
My father died peacefully on a wintry morning this February. The day before, there was a snowstorm, and he spent hours watching the flakes fall outside his kitchen window.
Every four or eight years, the United States has the opportunity for a political reset.
One perk of working at a Jewish magazine is getting Jewish publications from all over the world in the office mail.
Can we confront the future without reckoning with the past?
In practice it requires women to maintain the peace by bending to the will of the males around them. Although my mother was a feminist for her time, she still subconsciously bought into the notion that shalom bayit was the duty of women and girls.
On my way to the gleaming airport named after him, I wondered what David Ben-Gurion and his fellow pioneers—Israel’s greatest generation—would think of their country today.
Misogyny has deeply shaped me, and nearly stifled me. From growing up in a Jewish world where boys were golden, to pursuing an academic and journalism career rife with outright gender discrimination, to taking over the old boys’ club that was Moment in 2004, I found that men around me too often treated me as if I were a child or their lover.
By the time you read this, the neo-Nazi march in Charlottesville will likely be old news. Although news cycles now fly by fast and furious, blurring and short-circuiting our memories, I still want to talk about these young white supremacists.
