Avram Mlotek graduated cum laude from Brandeis University majoring in Near Eastern and Judaic Studies. His writing has appeared in The Forward, Tablet, Haaretz, The Jerusalem Post, The Jewish Week and The Huffington Post. In 2012, The New York Jewish Week selected him as a "leading innovator in Jewish life," as part of their "36 Under 36" Section. Mlotek's Yiddish cultural work has brought him to China, Ethiopia, Israel, Sweden, and Australia. Mlotek currently works as a rabbi and co-founder of Base Hillel. He is married to Yael Kornfeld, a social worker, and is proud Tati to their three-year-old, Revaya.
Bedtime has become brutal these days. Ravi will ask for anything and everything under the sun to keep us in her room just a minute longer. A sip of water, please? A tissue, a hair band, a glass of…milk? Changing itchy pajamas, finding a pair of socks, a quick back rub—whatever it is, she’ll ask for it. Now, we’ve tried to establish some decorum here. For example, we’ve introduced a box of tissues and a sippy cup that now live on Ravi’s nightstand for her to use at her own leisure. And once… >> Read More
“Does Mama look big?” my wife Yael asks.
Now I know there is only one proper reply here, but it’s not me being asked.
We’ve decided to tell our 3-year-old, Ravi, that…we’re expecting, and it’s her turn to take the bait. Our family and friends warned us: Wait until the bump is big enough lest you receive endless “Are we there yet?” questions from our loquacious little one. Ravi nods. “What do some mamas have in their bellies?” Yael prods. READ: 6 Brothers Welcome Home Their First Sister in the Most… >> Read More
Every year around this time, Jewish families visit the graves of their relatives. Tradition. The high holidays are lurking around the corner. The shofar gets sounded in synagogue on a daily basis…during the month of Elul, a time of eager anticipation. Maimonides teaches that the shofar is a type of alarm clock for all of us immersed in a spiritual slumber. Wake up, cries the ancient ram’s horn. Somberness has been my recurring theme these past several months, given the violent climate of our world: The war… >> Read More
Waking up at 5 a.m. has never been my forte. I'm used to going to bed around then. I never even changed a diaper before my daughter was born. And yet, here I am, 12 months later, still marveling.…How is it that such a little person can inspire so much commitment and love? "We're still in the grace period," my wife used to joke when we were dating, meaning bickering and disagreements were rare as we were first getting to know each other. I'm starting to wonder, though, how long does a grace… >> Read More
We sat in the waiting room.
My wife and I came up with a list of what we had to do later that day: respond to emails, clean our apartment, maybe watch an episode of Mad Men.
We had been…sensitive to the kabbalistic notion of the ayin ha-ra, the evil eye, and refrained from excessive preparation of unconfirmed events. Yet, we figured, with a month away and a one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan to reorganize, it was time to build a crib. Earlier that day before the unexpected rush to the hospital, my grandparents surprised us with… >> Read More
I've been singing to my wife's stomach lately and oddly enough, this doesn't feel too strange. As Yael enters her third trimester and her beautiful belly bursts, I find myself looking for ways…to stay involved in her growing process. I'm reading books and hearing stories, wondering all the while: does all this really prepare me for the epic change we're about to experience? >> Read More