God doesn’t listen to statistics.
Amidst all the talk about eggnog, I realized the special blessing of Shabbat.
My grandfather taught me to live in the spectacular now.
I am sharing my story so others won't travel this road alone.
What is so special about Rachel that we commemorate her death more than any of the other matriarchs and patriarchs?
Greeting the news that your baby has Down syndrome with less anxiety and a much more positive outlook.
My best friend inexplicably severed our relationship. I was faced with the challenge of forgiving the unforgivable.
Now is the time to work on mending any rifts in your family.
The shofar’s cry is God calling out my name, looking for me.
Even though my parents divorced, my father always played a crucial role in my life.
I idolized my dad and resented him. As I’ve untangled our relationship, I adopted his passion: Talmud study.
My father’s unconditional love gave me the feeling that no matter what, everything will be okay.
The shocking discovery of half of my family tree, nearly a century later.
My liberation from the bondage of depression.
I loved Passover. It was the swishing of brooms in surround sound that confounded me.
When a mother succumbs to cancer in old age and a father faces his own mortality, a son experiences the blessings of a good shiva.
The legacy of Chana Berkovits, Rabbi Yitzchak Berkovits’ mother.
The grandchild of Holocaust survivors looks forward… and back.
When my kids planted etrog trees, we didn’t know we’d discover the miracle – and precariousness – of life.
As Father's Day approaches, I am haunted by one most vivid and moving scene from my childhood.
Born with terminal kidney disfunction, each moment with him was precious.
Once I began to truly appreciate the blessings in my life, I received another – a baby girl.
Although my father has died, he remains an active, guiding influence in my life.
Sometimes I wonder if my non-observant mother is more religious than me.
My father let go of his pain, his grief, his questions and was able to do what he loved best: to give.
My mother’s motto is: the way to keep your heart in shape is to love more.
Chanukah reminds us that we are not the same as everyone else.
The challenge of observing the anniversary of the death of someone never born.
Spanning three generations, I want to give you some very special gifts that are close to my heart.
The last few months of my pregnancy, I spent more time agonizing about the bris than about labor itself.
Our most significant achievements are formed somewhere deeply hidden.
How to make the most of the 2011 heat wave without moving from your computer or air conditioner.