But then, miraculously, I actually had an idea. It wasn’t a grand series of paintings, or a book idea or a majestic mural. It was the rocks.
I have Jewish pandemic guilt.
About a year ago, my life changed. Shockingly, my kids weren’t babies anymore, and I went back to work. Well, that’s not quite accurate. I worked when I was home…
One morning King Pharaoh woke in his bed / There were frogs in his bed and frogs on his head / Frogs on his nose and frogs on his toes…
We all know the midrash: Once upon a time, many, many Rosh Hashanahs ago, Hashem looked into the Torah and used it as a blueprint to make the world—to make…
I am an artist. Dealing with images is my stock and trade, and I know their value. That is why when I see the glaring omission of female images from…
Ah, summer. Barbeques. Sun. Long Shabbatot, beaches and blue skies. And the kids? They’re in day camp, having a blast. They bounce from baseball to hockey, from arts and crafts…
