About the Author


Yael Zoldan M.A.

When I DavenYael Zoldan is a freelance writer and author of four popular children's books, including, "We Can Do Mitzvos from Aleph to Tav" (Feldheim, 2009) and “When I Daven” (Feldheim 2011). Her new books, “We Can Do Mitzvos Around the Jewish Year” (Feldheim, 2014), and “Shimmy Shambone will NOT Take a Bath” (Feldheim, 2013) are available in bookstores and online.


Invitations to Heaven

As we prepare for our son’s wedding, I’m thinking of all the people who touched our lives.

A Granddaughter Without

From beggars and millionaires to Kabbalists and cynics, everyone was captured by my grandfather’s warmth.

Children and the Art of Saying Sorry

Learning how to say sorry from our children this Yom Kippur.

Joy & Tisha B’Av

In the terrible, wonderful paradox of the Jew in exile, we are permanently, gratefully, happy. And temporarily, terribly sad.

Hitler Lost Again

How my grandfather defeated Hitler.

The Language of Love

I miss the mad sound of the language, the delicacies on doilies, the coiffed women with dangling earrings.

Hanukkah: The Force Awakens

In a dark world, you must be the light.

A Different Sorrow

Mourning for the wholesome world I once grew up in.

What God Must Feel

Because I’m a mother, I know.

These Small Lights

Chanukah reminds us that we are not the same as everyone else.

And the Winner Is…

My son is running against his best friend and I'm afraid.

In the Sukkah

In that temporary shack we felt our permanence.

The Yom Kippur Dare

Do I ask God for another chance, a chance I know I don’t deserve?

The Telemarketer

Sometimes, you have to throw away the script.

Earning My Freedom

In a world of Facebook and Twitter, is anyone special? Preparing for Passover I discovered an answer.

My Purim Costume Fantasy

This year, finally, my family will join the ranks of those paragons of virtue, those models of creative efficiency: The Ones with the Themes.

The Ladies Auxiliary

My grandmother and the terribly hot summer in Brooklyn.

In My Father's World

My father's love asserted itself in distinctive ways.

A Sacred Remembrance

Shavuot was the day my grandmother arrived in Auschwitz.

Passover's Magic

Passover is coming and I have entirely missed the point.

Gorgeous George

George doesn’t walk, he waltzes.

Alone in Lenox Hill

In my grandmother's room, it was as silent as death.

Stay With Me

Lying in the bed she had no questions. Sitting at her side I had no answers.

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