I was browsing this afternoon through Rachel Abrams's TWS blog posts from 2009-2011. They're all well worth reading, but these three seemed to me to particularly capture some of Rachel's spark and zest. Here are snippets: read the whole things.
[T]his religion without God thing is a tricky business; it can lead us to believe our first purpose is "to think more deeply about the obligations we have to ourselves" and only then to consider "the obligations we have to one another." Without "a loving God who delivers His people from oppression, and offers a love more powerful than death," we have no place to "give thanks for the many blessings in our lives," and without gratitude we have no right to ask others to sacrifice themselves "to serve a cause larger than self."
“‘He Is Crazy?’”:
My Israeli seatmate on the flight to Israel turns to me and says "Obama." My heart sinks. "What the hell he does now?" he demands to know. "Why he hates us and he doesn't care about us? And what he is doing with Iran? He is crazy?" If he's expecting a defense, or even a coherent explanation, he's picked the wrong interlocutor. Unlike most of my comrades in the Zionist-neocon plot to take over the world, I did not think the Obamic statement on Iran was good. I didn't even think it was good enough. Not good enough for our "international community" president to invoke the international community, again, speaking of "tired strategies"--or is that a tactic?--and wave its outrage like a white handkerchief at the Iranian regime; not good enough to deplore the "threats, the beatings and imprisonments," as though they've been taking place in the vacuum "of the last few days" rather than playing out over the last few decades; not good enough to look at scenes of mayhem and murder and say, "The Iranian people are trying to have a debate about their future."
Arise, oh you underemployed therapists of America, and rejoice! For relief is at hand: Not only can you anticipate a profitable surge in gay-couples-therapy sessions, as gay marriage, and divorce, become commonplace—nay, even humdrum (and by the way, thank you, Ted Olson!)—but you can also expect to see a boomlet in 50-minute-hours with couples whose love lives are suffering from green friction. That’s green as in lettuce, not “lettuce.”