Evergreen

The Nazir in the cemetery.

Nazirite interrupted.

What are you doing here, Moses?

I am hereby a nazir when I have a son.

Half a nazirite.

None for me, thanks.

A talking cow.

Instead of looking up to the heavens for holiness, what if instead we looked to the earth beneath our feet?

A vegetarian rabbi's perspective on an ancient Jewish practice.

Our loved ones may physically pass on, but like Joseph, their presence reverberates in us and in the generations to come.