Growing old is a blessing, not a curse.
A musical plea to meet anger with sympathy, hatred with compassion, cruelty with kindness.
A Rosh Hashanah recipe for the soul.
I‘m pretty sure my father is having an affair. Should I tell my mother?
I feel guilty for what I’ve done wrong and it’s hard for me to believe God loves me.
Hannah Arendt was wrong. Eichmann wasn’t a mediocre bureaucrat embodying the banality of evil. He was a fanatically dedicated Nazi.
Every single word can make a difference.