For those seeking inspiration.

For those who appreciate well-researched, intelligent, and historically grounded journalism, I urge you to listen to Haviv Rettig Gur. In this analysis, he dismantles—point by point—the recent Haaretz article on the so-called Gaza “Killing Fields” incident, exposing its one-sided

Rabbi Adin Steinsaltz (My Words Of Adoration) blogs.timesofisrael.com/rabbi-adin-ste… Meni Even Israel Chabad.org David Suissa Rabbi Adin Steinsaltz (Even Israel) הרב שטיינזלץ The Times of Israel

Addressing Our Border Crisis with Clarity and Conscience Dedicated to my Grandma Rose, who, at age 12, came to America from a small shtetl in Romania—seeking asylum from pogromists—accompanied only by her nine-year-old brother. peterhimmelman.substack.com/p/addressing-o…

Let Freedom Ring jewishjournal.com/commentary/opi… David Suissa Jewish Journal Michael Oren Judea Pearl

Grandchildren It’s not often a nascent dream becomes something you can hold in your arms.

blogs.timesofisrael.com/moving-forward… The Times of Israel

NYC : Registration announcement coming soon. The 92nd Street Y, New York

640 Days On: Israel/Hamas—The West’s Moral Reckoning The following is in response to an email I received last week. The person writing wasn’t hostile or inflammatory—just trying to make sense of things. Their concern was genuine. And because we live in a moment when so many

Water is likened to kindness, to bestowal, to the emergence of life itself. However, like all things, it requires balance. Too much water and we drown. Too much kindness —to the wicked—and evil prevails. We may enter the water, but we can’t stay there.

The cycle of violence so often mentioned must sometimes be broken by a simple rule: one side wins, the other side loses. Ambiguity is not the pathway to peace, but to endless war. My recent essay in substack: open.substack.com/pub/peterhimme…

My latest essay in the The Times of Israel blogs.timesofisrael.com/640-days-on-is…

"In These Days of Waiting" In these days of waiting, with hours long and leaden, we peer out our windows, to catch a glimpse of the real: a tree in its first flowering, a gravel path, a small and ordinary bird— anything to make us feel more alive than dead. Know this: Whoever

Family Tree (10/9/23) I descend from the tribe of long memory, the clan of ineradicable recollection, the minyan of unmitigated remembrance. I am of the people whose dreams never die. I walk astride gorgeous sinners resplendent priests newborn prophets long-limbed