#Miriam

Join Rabbi Rachel Bearman and Rabbi Paul Kipnes as they restore the voices of biblical women and men who have not been given the opportunity to speak.

Waiting For Miriam

Are we the first to feel this powerful mix of longing, grief, and worry for loved ones who have been exiled by illness?

Moses, Miriam, and Divine Light

I should have known that my sister would be the one to usher me through this moment of danger, possibility, and divine intervention. After all, at the beginning of my life, it was Miriam who watched over me as I floated down the Nile and then courageously suggested to Batyah, Pharaoh's daughter, that she could find a nursemaid for the baby (me) that had been drawn from the water. And now, as I once again found myself floating in uncertain waters, it was Miriam who kept me fro

Miriam's Story

The ceremony that gave Aaron and his sons the responsibilities and power of the priesthood required each man to wear an elaborate garment. In this #MidrashicMonologue, we join Miriam, the sister of Aaron and Moses, as she sits with her mother (Yocheved), sister-in-law (Elisheva), and cousins (Nepheg and Elzaphan), as they prepare the priests’ decorative clothing. We explore what Miriam, who is so often described as exuberant and confident, might have been thinking as she help

Bezalel Gets Creative

When Moses returned from the mountaintop that second time, I was shocked and dismayed to see the coarse tablets he was carrying. Uneven, jagged, lacking in symmetry. Bumpy all over. Clearly he had fashioned them himself. Whatever words of wisdom had been chiseled on them, the tablets themselves lacked the elegance a skilled stone cutter could have given them. Moses might have been a brilliant leader, but he was a neophyte when it came to craftsmanship. Was this really a suffi

Aaron Learns a Difficult Lesson

I could tell my brother was furious. His nostrils flared as he stood on the mountain, looking down on the crowd dancing around a golden calf. Jaw clenched, arms shaking, he lifted the two tablets up high. His eyes seemed to pick me out from amongst the multitudes. I could feel his gaze boring a hole through my head. Then, anger consuming him, he threw down those tablets and flew toward our people, destroying the golden calf, meting out punishment to those who danced for the