The news, the Torah, Israel, and my own life along the way — like gossip with your smartest friend, minus the part where she’s polite about it. Honest commentary on what’s actually happening in the Jewish world, and in mine, and what we’re going to do about it. Pull up a chair. The tea’s hot.
This is where I stop curating.
Saturday nights, once Shabbat ends, I write the actual week — not the version that fits in a caption. The marriage I didn’t leave broken from, the body I’m rebuilding at 57, the nights faith was the only thing holding the floor up, and the ordinary weeks where nothing happened and that was its own kind of win.
If something here turns into a podcast episode later, you’ll probably recognize it. That’s on purpose — the real stuff doesn’t run out.
— Yael
Welcome to The House of Yael
This is the news, the Torah, and Israel — told to you straight, like gossip with your smartest friend, the one who actually read the whole thing and has no interest in being polite about it.
Every morning, you’ll get the overnight news that actually matters to the Jewish world, fact-checked and filtered through a Torah lens you won’t find anywhere in the mainstream press. Through the week, you’ll get honest commentary on Israel, antisemitism, and Jewish life, the weekly parsha brought down off the shelf, an honest look at what being Jewish actually means to the people living it, and the real story of one Jewish woman rebuilding her body, her faith, and her life in her fifties — out loud, on purpose.
That rebuild has a name: the reset — mind, body, soul, the actual daily habits, documented as it happens. Stories and Reels carry it daily — the Personal Blog carries the honest version every Saturday night.
No watered-down takes. No jumping between seventeen news sites. No sitting on the sidelines hoping someone else says it. Just what’s happening, what it means, and what we’re going to do about it.
I’m Yael. I went to school for this, I’ve got strong opinions and the background to back them, and I am done being told to stay small and quiet while the world loses its mind.
So pull up a chair. The tea’s hot, and we’ve got a lot to talk about.
