
Passover's Magic
by Yael Zoldan M.A.Passover is coming and I have entirely missed the point.
This Purim, grab a piece of God's unconditional love, and dance.
Patrick Henry Hughes can teach us all a lesson about reaching our potential.
Visitors to Israel from the Far East discover a brilliant, new monitoring system: the mezuzah.
Having just turned 43, never married, no kids, I was having a tough time getting up the enthusiasm to pray for these same things once again
Suddenly a single parent, the shofar's long wail echoed the one in my heart.
The plane plummeted downwards, oxygen masks dropped, and we thought this was the end.
The miracle finally occurred: we adopted a baby boy from Korea.
It's been 13 years but there is still a crack in my heart.
My mother died when she was almost 98 years old. We thought she'd live forever.
On a bus in Jerusalem, all eyes followed the girl who suddenly broke down and cried.
Passover reminds us that not only can't you escape your past, but you have to cherish it too.
A lost diamond, a gaping black hole, and an inspiring Passover realization.
My father's enthusiasm for Passover was so contagious, that each member of our family approached the Seder in an emotional state approaching ecstasy.
Sometimes it's the small gestures that penetrate most deeply.
Life sure has changed, my little one, ever since you've joined the family.
This was my third pregnancy and it was going blissfully well. How things can change in an instant.
As I took care of my dying mother, a new bond was created.
Why is someone like me, staunchly Reform and secular, sending my kids to an Orthodox Jewish day school?
Because of my father's devoted love, I barely realized that I was missing a mother.
Polio makes you different. And at age ten, who wants to be different?
Watching Judge Lefkowitz balance the needs of four generations and a seat on the New York State Supreme Court was impressive, especially to her daughter.
Was I supposed to be stuck in town that weekend just for this purpose?
How my daughter's short life changed mine.
Our Chanukah candles shone extra-bright last year. That's because they were the only lights in our house.
It is when we are broken that we recognize God as our true home.