by Emuna BravermanNicks and cracks on our souls are ultimately more expensive that those on our Mikasa dishes, but unlike our plates, these holes can be filled.
by Miriam KatzMarriage has brought out my latent Yiddishe-mama genes. Suddenly I've become a person who frets about whether the kugel is crispy on top.
by Rebbetzin Feige TwerskiMy mother achieved the elusive ability to be in touch with true reality, exuding the rare fragrance of self-effacement and singular devotion.
by Esther DanzigerI assumed that if I got in early, our daughter would be in full literary swing by the time she reached nursery school. Was I ever wrong.
by Judy GruenThis malady follows a case of Pre-Bar Mitzvah Stress Disorder, characterized by bursting into tears with no warning because your little boy has the audacity to catapult into puberty before your very eyes.
by Judy GruenLiving with Dad wasn't always easy, but it was easy to forgive him. He faced major professional disappointments and the most painful kind of personal tragedy. How could I judge him?
Chasidic Israeli filmmaker Rama Burshtein’s new film tells the fascinating story of a Chassidic family in Tel Aviv – almost as fascinating as Rama Burshtein’s own story.
Chasidic Israeli filmmaker Rama Burshtein’s new film tells the fascinating story of a Chassidic family in Tel Aviv – almost as fascinating as Rama Burshtein’s own story.