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There are days when I stand in front of the mirror uttering words like “fat,” “disgusting” and “gross.” But I’ve got to stop. No, it’s not to protect my daughter’s self-image—I don’t have a daughte… → Read More
There are days when I stand in front of the mirror uttering words like “fat,” “disgusting” and “gross.” But I’ve got to stop. No, it’s not to protect my daughter’s self-image—I don’t have a daughter. It’s to protect me. But most importantly, it’s for my son. Growing up, I was taught that women should be … → Read More
When I logged into Facebook yesterday, I saw that someone had written the word “Jew” on a driveway in a Columbus suburb, and Neo-Nazi literature distributed nearby. I initially felt shocked. Living… → Read More
My parents made us kids the center of their universe, and there wasn’t much that was off-limits. I mean, we got to sit in the front seat of the car: There was a rotating schedule, and everyone had a day, parents included. I guess you could say our house was somewhere between a democracy and … → Read More
My parents made us kids the center of their universe, and there wasn’t much that was off-limits. I mean, we got to sit in the front seat of the car: There was a rotating schedule, and everyone had … → Read More
Explaining my mental illness to people is frustrating. It’s always the same questions, and while I’m happy to answer them and dispel myths, I feel like people should already know the answers; becau… → Read More
This might sound ridiculous, but I rank my friends. It’s not a competitive, middle-school type of ritual; rather, it’s a way of thinking that helps me avoid friend drama, which—in my humble opinion… → Read More
My dad almost died twice. The first time, we sped to the hospital at 90 miles an hour on the freeway, honking other drivers out of the left lane. It was stupid, but I was 23. When the triage nurse … → Read More
I need to tell you something that I’m ashamed to say out loud. Something that’s burdened me for some time now because I don’t quite know how to admit or explain it. But here it is, finally: Sometim… → Read More
I need to tell you something that I’m ashamed to say out loud. Something that’s burdened me for some time now because I don’t quite know how to admit or explain it. But here it is, finally: Sometimes, I regret having a child. Recently, media stories about moms who actively regret having kids have been … → Read More
After I saw this week’s viral photo of the Hasidic couple and the nursing Muslim mother, I thought, “Aww, that’s so awesome.” I too, am touched when people are good people just because. I could ima… → Read More
The other day while I was getting Botox, children were gassed to death in Syria. Then, while I spent the rest of that evening googling the best anti-fog sunglasses, and debating switching from an A… → Read More
Last year at Passover, my non-Jewish wife was puzzled: “Why do guys make such a big deal if you’re not going to take it seriously?” Did she mean our humanist Haggadah that has no mention of a deity… → Read More
At work today, I thought about two things: 1. Why aren’t there free tampons? and 2. Why was I hiding my tampon up my sleeve as if this aspect of personal hygiene should somehow be shameful? Let’s a… → Read More
“Everyone is OK. We’re all are home.” Read the text message from my former host brother in Berlin. Sitting in a work meeting, I had no idea what he was talking about. “Ok… glad you’re all OK?” I te… → Read More
Eric and Lara Trump are expecting, and everyone is asking: will this be his fourth Jewish grandkid? Is Lara a member of the tribe? Was that a crystal chuppah, or just a canopy? Turns out, maybe she… → Read More
Editor’s Note: Names have been changed to protect privacy and safety. When I met them back in 2014, Dorri and Farah had just arrived from Tehran. As a lesbian couple, living an open life in t… → Read More
I make bad jokes, inappropriate ones; even, sometimes, about the Holocaust. Last weekend, for instance, when touring my friend Maria’s new house, I half-jokingly asked if she would hide my family w… → Read More
The other night I was lying in bed hating my wife, as sometimes happens after a rough day. Here’s how it goes: I look over, and she’s already sleeping, because she’s the kind of person who… → Read More
“Did you see my baby?” wails a young girl to the nurse. I can see her face through the curtain. She’s lying on a gurney in the post-op recovery area of the abortion clinic. It’s t… → Read More