We’re Moving! Goodbye Jewnited Nations, Hello Multikosheral

Greetings All!

Last week we unveiled our new revamped, rebranded, and facelifted stomping grounds: Multikosheral.

We’ve got a ton of things we’re excited for that we’ll be revealing bit by bit as they come up, so we hope you’ll join us over there for the jump!

We’re gonna want a lot more input from you, too!

We’re looking for:

  • Your questions about Jewish customs, holidays, or advice for our Ask the Rabbi column.
  • Any regular old life questions for our general advice column.
  • Someone willing to give us a “Sex in the City”-esque look into their trials and tribulations in the dating world as a diverse Jew for our Love, Relationships, Sex beat.
  • Any creative fiction piece, poem,  sketch, artwork, anything else artistic you’d like to contribute to The Notebook.
  • Your personal anecdotes of the good, bad, and ugly of navigating the world as a diverse Jew for our commentless, safe-space feature, The Wall.

Let us know if you’re interested over at submissions@multikosheral.com. Drop us a line at editor@multikosheral.com. But by all means, keep on reading!

The (formerly) JN Team

I Have A Reality…

Of the many dynamic figures of the Civil Rights Movement, no two have been the victims of a reductionist legacy the way Malcolm X and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. have. When called to mind, most people remember Malcolm X’s association with the Nation of Islam and his tirades on white people being the devil and of the inherent superiority of blacks over whites, ignoring that after his pilgrimage to Mecca he left the Nation of Islam, embraced true Islam as a Sunni Muslim, eschewed black separatism, and had begun reconsidering his support for black nationalism. Continue reading I Have A Reality…

Finding My Place. Finding My Home.

by Nick Charles

About a year ago after attending High Holiday services because of a pretty girl, I reached out to my local synagogue and said that I needed to make this official and go through the Conversion process. I grew up in a mixed household and always believed I was Jewish ever since I was a teen. I never had a bar mitzvah and never really tried to keep kosher, but I relished the tranquility of Shabbat and would tear up with pride in hearing the Hatikvah.

Continue reading Finding My Place. Finding My Home.

They Wouldn’t Even Bury Her

Identifying names and locations have been obscured to protect the subject and her family. To avoid naming the direct city in which this incident occurred or to cast undue aspersion on the Jewish community of a different city, we have edited the location to the state.

We’ll call her Yonah.

She was only a Facebook friend. We’d spoken a few times virtually. Chimed in on the same threads in the same groups that we both belonged to with our mutual friends. Even shared some of the same articles and blog posts (some of which were mine). She was vibrant and funny. She was young. Continue reading They Wouldn’t Even Bury Her

Taking But Not Giving

In the wake of the Paris attacks, I posted a simple yet pointed status on my Facebook page:

“Just a PSA for persons on an “obviously Muslims are terrible” rant:

American slavery ended in 1865. The Holocaust was in 1939.The civil rights act was signed in 1964. South African apartheid ended in 1994. So it’s essentially only been 21 years since most of white Christians FINALLY realized it’s in poor form to treat other people like garbage.
Continue reading Taking But Not Giving

The Other Side Of The Garden

I wasn’t always Jewish, you know.

Once upon a time I was a typical Haitian-American girl trying to figure life out in the United States of America. I ate the typical food–griot, rice, beans–had the traditional Independence Day meals come January 1st annually. I was pretty sheltered growing up getting to go out when we all went to church.  We spoke French at home, although my parents had the secret Creole language that they spoke when they didn’t want the kids to hear.

Of course, we picked it up and figured it out. Continue reading The Other Side Of The Garden

I Think I’m Finally A Baal Teshuva

I’ve had a lot of issues with the term baal/baalat teshuva over the past 5+ years.

It means “master of returning”, and usually indicates a person who grew up with Jewish ancestry but not Torah observant, or at least not fully. Sometimes it’s used in common parlance to refer to someone who was “religious”, and then stopped being religious, and then came back to Orthodoxy. These terms: “religious” “Orthodox” and “baal teshuva”…they’re so self righteous. I hate the way they’re used in every day life, and in Orthodox communities.

But that’s not the point. Continue reading I Think I’m Finally A Baal Teshuva

Make Your Summer Wardrobe Ready For Fall In Seconds!

By now you girls have already sung the farewell song to your summer clothes. Yes it is chilly out there. Yes it is time to make a change. But you don’t necessarily need to get rid of everything from the summer–you can recycle them in a fresh new way! Continue reading Make Your Summer Wardrobe Ready For Fall In Seconds!

An Inspired Shabbat

Last night, I was present for the presentation of a Guinness World Record. Project Inspire now holds the official record for “longest loaf of braided bread,” with a 20 foot, oven-baked, perfectly seeded 6 braid challah. Somehow, though, the over 2,200 women and girls I was sharing the space with weren’t an official record on our own. It would’ve been something like “most people simultaneously kneading and braiding challah.” Or, maybe, “most unified Jewish event.” Who would’ve ever thought that Brooklyn Jews could pull that one off?

Well, Project Inspire is certainly the group to make it happen. Continue reading An Inspired Shabbat

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