Using symbolic foods to cook up real change for Rosh Hashanah.
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.
It was one of those mornings - kids creating havoc and so many patients waiting to see me. And then the unexpected happened.
The joy of skiing, etched into a family's DNA, spans four generations -- from war torn Austria to a Californian mountainside.
They all come home sooner or later. But you must mark the trail.
Suddenly, at the end of August, kids not only need new wardrobes, but also a list of school supplies longer than the federal tax code.
The teen years are an age of contradictions -- for both mother and son.
Did my grandfather realize that his proud and sturdy Megillat Esther would 100 years later be treasured by his grandson whom he would never meet?
My son's favorite experiment was "Which Jokes Are Most Likely to Make My Brother Laugh so Hard at the Dinner Table that Water Spurts Out His Nose?"
With the room filled with joyous music and whirling girls, that's when I noticed her. Shuli, a girl with Downs' Syndrome, was sitting off to the side, not dancing.
One day our world turned over. Our teacher was seen crying and we knew exactly what needed to be done.
I had contingency plans for many emergencies likely to strike during my absence. But tiny disgusting insects congealing to my children's heads was one I hadn't figured on.
Every so often something happens with one of my kids and I begin to understand what parenting is all about. This is one of those moments.
Dancing with my grandmother is discovering that you are the most wonderful person in the entire world.
What does an eight-year-old take when he runs away from home?
Remembering our Old World origins, B.A. -- before America.
Sending your 18-year-old to the other end of the world is not easy.
I couldn't wait to dangle at the small end of a hot air balloon over an African meadow without a doctor or ambulance beneath me.
Sarah and Rebecca set the standard for Jewish women to follow. Let's get inspired!
Gluckel understood a childrearing mystery: Why don't our kids love us more?
Think precious metals, and remember: I already have a Dustbuster.
A tale about a father and son who plan a Bar Mitzvah celebration in a ravaged Polish village in 1946.
Shaindel is schizophrenic and homeless -- and a beloved fellow Jew.
My battle with a halogen light fixture.
I have become an expert in tiredness, and I need at least nineteen more words to express all its different aspects.
The mother of a terror victim grapples with a meaningful way to commemorate her son's birthday.
The world is divided into two kinds of people: those who fear getting older and those who do not.
Memories from age 8 shed light on a deep spiritual truth: You will be judged the way you judge others.
I don't know about you, but keeping my kids happy on Sundays is a major challenge.
A child's perspective is clear and pure, unclouded by "experience" and cynicism. If we allow ourselves, we can learn much from a child's wide-eyed view of life.
Do we really need another parenting class? Isn't it enough to just follow our instincts?
"I could always tell my parents about mistakes I made because no matter what, I knew they would always love me."
"It's not about the bills, it's not about the bills," intones the mother, as the family gets revved up planning a meaningful Bar Mitzvah experience for the first born son.
A visit to Las Vegas shows up the seductiveness of illusion, and reinforces that there is no place like home.
Parents of kids who fight, forget their bathing suit and crumple their schoolwork sometimes need to be reminded that their kids are "normal."
Little league has a bad rap -- frustrated coaches, over-invested parents and damaged kids -- but it is possible for it to generate a healthy Jewish experience.
Call me Scrooge. Call me the Grinch. I hate (or rather, as we say around our house, I'm not fond of) the summer.