We find ourselves at a time of grateful abundance. We emerge from our Rosh Hashanah tefillot observing the birthday of the world only to look ahead with nervous anticipation as our heartfelt prayers will seal our lives of goodness, joy and health in Hashem’s book.
We have just finished a fairly wet and rainy Rosh Hashanah—in truth, I can’t even remember a Rosh Hashanah during the past 10-20 years when it rained like this and Tashlich was rained out. With it raining on both days of Yom Tov, I had time to read perhaps even a bit more than I normally would over a
I started writing this column on Sunday while on a high on my way back from a very special 55-hour weekend spent in Israel. I was there to attend the bar mitzvah of the only son of one of my oldest and closest friends from my high school days. I also had the added bonus of spending a Shabbat with my
As we approach Tisha B’Av and our solemn commemoration of the destruction of our two Holy Temples, we want to remind everyone that the heightened threats to our people in Sderot and other Southern Negev regional areas must be remembered as if it were happening closer to home.
We sent our youngest to sleepaway camp for the first time this year. And by “we” I mean “I,” and that’s because I also sent my husband to sleepaway camp this summer, also for the first time. With dad at camp with him, we assumed the adjustment would be easier.
It’s summertime, and as the Gershwin lyrics tell us, “the livin’ is easy.”
Many of our collective Jewish experiences were gained through the times we spent at summer camp. Indeed, the bug juice, color war, gimp lanyards, swimming, camp fires and so much more are
Israel’s Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s meeting with European leaders was an opportunity on many levels.
First, the prime minister fearlessly took center stage in nations where Islamic terror and street opinion is outwardly anti-Israel, anti-Semitic and
Parenting is no easy task, and, as we all know, the experience is filled with many ups and downs and highs and lows. Parenting a child with autism and special needs—as my wife and I do—is no different, although I like to argue that the highs and lows can perhaps be a bit more extreme and