Our patched-together family is in some ways like our kitchen table – a merging of two older tables shoved together.
It is possible not only to enjoy Passover cleaning, but to find it to be the most meaningful aspect of holiday preparation.
A daughter gives her dying mother the only thing she can: dignity.
For some people lighting the Chanukah candles is an unattainable yearning.
In my eyes, others stand astride a mountain while I look from a valley below. She wheels a baby, while I walk empty-handed.
Marrying off three daughters in 14 months was just the lead up to grand finale.
It is when we are broken that we recognize God as our true home.
On that Friday night, I got a vision of how I want my nest to look when it is no longer filled with little ones.
Turning over those fresh new notebook pages can inspire more than just good grades.
My father's fateful decision opened up gates in Heaven for his future descendants.
Tapping into a child's inner world and bringing out his creativity.
A simple gift from her children teaches one mother an important lesson about love.
Must we first be denied a gift in order to feel gratitude upon receiving it?
She had always believed that one day he would sit her down and tell her how much she meant to him. But that day never came.
It's easy to love when there's no anger, no defiance, no impatience. But what happens when they start growing up?
We read inspirational books to reassure ourselves that kind and caring people still exist. Yet, so easily, we could be one of them.
Every time I hear it, my heart lifts. My mother is near and I am safe.
Alzheimer's is like a thief who takes away the most precious memories of a life shared in love.
Passover proves the key to liberating one family's strained relations.
Reflections on the sudden death of my 20-year-old nephew.
Eight common etiquette violations all guests should watch out for.
Even the Intensive Care Unit could not dampen my mother's joy -- nor my appreciation of her zest for life.
It's astounding that kids in the throes of acne, who can't even remember to close a refrigerator door, are deemed responsible enough to drive.
On Rosh Hashana, I feel connected to the grandparents I've never known.
Marriage has brought out my latent Yiddishe-mama genes. Suddenly I've become a person who frets about whether the kugel is crispy on top.
This 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.
Living 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?
A mother's passing and a son's bar mitzvah create an emotional whirlwind when both run into each other.
This Passover embark on an inner house cleaning and experience freedom from the bondage of self.
Racing across the ocean to my dying grandma's bedside, I cannot bear to let her go.
We can deeply connect to others by looking into their heart and soul, with the courage and openness to discover whatever is there.
With some advanced planning, you can feel refreshed, relaxed, and ready for the best Pesach ever.
The two-page spread featuring luxury seaside villas planned for Phuket, Thailand, took my breath away.
I hated winter -- until my son's question forced me to put God into the frigid equation.
Saving my family money at the Big Food-A-Plenty warehouse store.
My mother's tzimmes became a bridge from the past, connecting me to a rich and tasty heritage.