The Cabalist stood on the edge of his roof in new overalls and surveyed a sea of terracotta tiles. Just that week, in the storm, murky water had splattered their Sabbath tablecloth and stained its lovely white embroidered rosettes with black grime. Read More
I have not been inside our temple building for more than 18 months due to the pandemic. But the real story started when the Board decided that the congregation could no longer support the building… Read More
The narrative around poverty has commonly been one of “bootstraps”; the belief that anyone, with sufficient effort, can pull themselves out if only they tried hard enough, or that poverty is the inevitable result of poor choices. Read More
…when I’m in trouble, when the airplane unexpectedly coughs or rolls or dips, I am the first to recite the “shema” silently, urgently: “Hear O’ Israel, the Lord our God the Lord is One.” Read More
For now I will take one day at a time, continue my lockdown routine and take small steps each day. Read More
As a psychologist and a writer, I believe in the power of story. For who are we but the stories we tell ourselves? And so I was drawn to write a book about some of our founding stories, the Genesis stories. Read More
One of the questions often asked by readers of Les Parisiennes, is: was it justifiable for mothers working for the Resistance to compromise the safety of their children by using them as decoys in their missions? As one of those children, my emphatic answer is yes. Read More
Chaya was a master educator and lifelong learner in every aspect of her life. She was driven by the most beautiful desire to make every child – and every human being – feel heard, valued, and respected. Read More
I ask Dad to tell me about his Lodz childhood. I already know bits and pieces. I am hoping for some new snippets. Read More
“Can anyone be taught talent?” Maya was asked. “Talent is a mystery. It is impossible to teach. That is what is given.” Read More
But some things were non-recyclable, including a tattered teddy. “Maybe it’s time to say goodbye to Boomer,” I said to Larry. “No way!” he cried. “Besides, we need to keep him at least until our grandson is able to come to Florida to visit. He has to meet Boomer.” Read More
