We may have been in our own homes, perhaps our own synagogues, just as those worshipers were as they celebrated a Brit Milah, a new life. I was at home, talking to my parents about what I thought was a big deal, an 18 inning ba...

It was dark, but that wasn’t why she couldn’t see. Her head was throbbing and heavy, her blood stained the furniture around her. She lifted her phone in front of her face, took a quick picture, and texted it to her friend. It...

The class was noisy and the debate heated. Students were standing, bringing closed fists down on wooden desks, pointing at each other, yelling, rolling their eyes, exchanging insults. Everyone was shouting yet no one was being h...