More on: Judaism

Then, slowly, we move through the gate.

She seeks out materials rife with metaphor—Jewish ritual objects, found objects, repurposed garments—then transforms them with paint, cement, fire, and text, with the goal of sparking dialogue, increasing empathy, and engaging in difficult conversations.

Robert Katz assembles found materials into tableaux inspired by stories from the Torah.

I was trying to pray. How I yearned to pray! But I was both fascinated and repelled by this man’s presence.

On prayer, air travel, and finding place.

In my family, as in others, it was money that finally broke us apart. The brother who was out—my uncle—was now in; the brother who was in—my father—was now out. An old story, set now in southeast Georgia: Lear in the Low Country, the prodigal son come home to the provinces.

For the calligrapher, words are always flesh. 

The loneliness of the dead. How they are isolated by what they know about themselves and about us.

While in years past, evacuation drills at the Kaiserman Jewish Community Center took place only every few months, now they occurred every other week.

The Lord is good to all; and his tender mercies are over all his works.                                               —Psalm 145:9 IN THE AUTUMN OF 1854, in the village of Grezhiv, in what was then known…