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Unable to get up from my bed I was forced to face the uncomfortable truth: I am not in control.
My mother saved a woman’s baby. Little did she know how that woman would repay the kindness.
Learning how to say sorry from our children this Yom Kippur.
My mother used to say that nothing is engraved in stone. But that’s not true. Our life is full of engravings.
I was blown away by an encounter I had with one of your 7 children.
Stressed out? Here’s what you need to do.
If you don't know what you're saying, why say it at all?
My chances of finding my special pendant in the enormous mall were about as good as my winning the Pulitzer Prize.
Hanukkah reminds us how grateful we must be that everything works.
Despite recent negative press, bar/bat mitzvah celebrations can be a profound experience for the entire family.
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I was never comfortable with the idea of miracles. And then one happened to me.
From war-torn Prague through Australia to Israel, a spice box spans five generations of one Jewish family.
My father's fateful decision opened up gates in Heaven for his future descendants.
A debilitating stroke cannot prevent a young woman's dream for family.
As my mom was dying, I caught a glimpse of just how special every moment of life is.
The remarkable true story of a survivor’s special Passover gift.
I stared at her beautiful face and held her tiny hand and thought: I have no idea what I’m doing.
Looking at the shards of my failed marriage, how did I let this happen to me?
I miss the mad sound of the language, the delicacies on doilies, the coiffed women with dangling earrings.
Rebbetzin Kanievsky & the sheltering sweetness of a mother’s love.
Five-year-old Lily shows us how to get through life's challenges.
Here there are no wheelchairs, no g-tubes, and no prosthetics; just souls.
Lying in the bed she had no questions. Sitting at her side I had no answers.
You taught us how to live with the light of faith that defies even the darkest nightmare.
Three women share their pain and reflections.
Appreciating the gifts our children have already given us.
Sharing my pain and fear was easy. Becoming a mother left me speechless.
Two remarkable women in my family personify two disparate attitudes about life.
Coming together as families and as a nation to remember our shared history.
5 tips to allow even the worst housekeeper to get to the Seder with no obvious signs of PTSD.
My Bubbie was 100 years old when she died. She refused to age.
Touched by Dior and the embers of the Holocaust, a 50-year-old dress conjures distant memories.
Amidst all the talk about eggnog, I realized the special blessing of Shabbat.