2021 was a life-changing year for me. The depth and breadth of what I learned is too much for one piece, but I wanted to share the biggest lessons that are going to shape my purpose in this world that we currently live in. …

I’ve been following and participating in the conversation on Twitter about how Gutenberg, the new WordPress editor, has caused a fracture in the WordPress community. I have found the conversation and different perspectives to be interesting and enlightening. I am personally experiencing difficulties with implementing the new ways of developing…

My mother died over a month ago. My father died six years ago. They each kept their family lineages going through me, and I am becoming my ancestors’ wildest dream. I am free to be Jewish in community with others, and I don’t have to hide it. …

Today, I marched in the Peoplehood Parade in West Philadelphia. I marched alongside Palestinians and Jews and held up a sign that said “People Power: West Philly to the West Bank.” I chanted with them “Free, free Palestine!” and “From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!” Doing…

My mother died over two weeks ago. She was the daughter of Russian and Polish Jews whose families fled to the United States to avoid persecution for being Jewish. …

This guest post is submitted by a good friend of mine who wants to tell his story and needs to remain anonymous while doing so. I am proud of him and proud to help him share his story. By “Jesse Witkow” Here’s my background about reconciling my faith in a…

Boy, the last three years sure have been an adventure. And it seems like the adventure is nowhere near over. Since my divorce and the death of my father three years ago, I’ve been given the opportunity to start over. To build myself back up. To discover who I am…

I’m not quite sure where to begin with this, so I’ll start from the beginning (great place to start from, right???). I was born broken. Nobody noticed I was born broken until I started talking. I had all ten fingers and toes. …

It scares me to write this, but I feel compelled to write it. And so I shall. I’m tired of suffering in silence. I’m sure many others like me are tired of it as well. Maybe you’re tired of it. …