Meg Keene

1 month ago | jewishexponent.com | Meg Keene

By Meg KeeneFor Jews, the world has stilled. In Israel the streets are lined with people holding flags and orange balloons, holding each other. In the diaspora we hold our breath, staring at our screens, frozen. The endless conversations I have with other Jewish mothers, the connection and community that keeps us buzzing behind the scenes of raising children and running our careers and caring for our families — today it’s silenced. WhatsApp, text threads, DMs: empty. Baruch Dayan HaEmet.

1 month ago | omahajewishpress.com | Meg Keene

JTAThis piece has been updated to reflect Israel’s announcement that Hamas did not return the body of Shiri Bibas. For Jews, the world has stilled. In Israel the streets are lined with people holding flags and orange balloons, holding each other. In the diaspora we hold our breath, staring at our screens, frozen.

2 months ago | jta.org | Meg Keene

For Jews, the world has stilled. In Israel the streets are lined with people holding flags and orange balloons, holding each other. In the diaspora we hold our breath, staring at our screens, frozen. The endless conversations I have with other Jewish mothers, the connection and community that keeps us buzzing behind the scenes of raising children and running our careers and caring for our families — today it’s silenced. WhatsApp, text threads, DMs: empty. Baruch dayan emet.

Sep 5, 2024 | jewishjournal.org | Meg Keene

Late Saturday night, after Shabbat was over, my texts lit up with messages from other Jewish mothers. Like every night for the past 330 days, we were all holding each other up. A grieving mass of women, bodies that brought Jewish souls to earth. My messages were from Australia, Israel and New Jersey, from Los Angeles and nearby in Berkeley. They said one thing, over and over:Hersh. Hersh. Hersh. As more news broke the names piled up:Eden, Eden, Eden. Carmel, Carmel, Carmel. Almog, Almog, Almog.

Sep 3, 2024 | jewishaz.com | Meg Keene

(JTA) — Late Saturday night, after Shabbat was over, my texts lit up with messages from other Jewish mothers. Like every night for the past 330 days, we were all holding each other up. A grieving mass of women, bodies that brought Jewish souls to earth. My messages were from Australia, Israel and New Jersey, from Los Angeles and nearby in Berkeley. They said one thing, over and over:Hersh. Hersh. Hersh. As more news broke the names piled up:Eden, Eden, Eden. Carmel, Carmel, Carmel. Almog, Almog, Almog.