A proud polio survivor, I was blissfully unaware of the stigma many attach to paralysis and deformity. Until I wanted to start dating.
I told the King of Pop that he wasn’t the King of the universe.
With abiding love, my husband designed my unique ring. I opened the box and was aghast. I hated it.
The dramatic true story of how German Jews were rescued from Nazi submarines in 1940.
In or out of Hollywood, it sure is a good question.
In my sister’s eyes, I became a foreign entity: a religiously observant Jew. As the gap widened, my sadness deepened.
A deadly diagnosis can cut through the fog of petty concerns and yield a striking clarity.
It was 1959, and it was me, a Jewish kid in elementary school, against Gagliano, Stamingo and O’Mera. What chance did I have?
How my father’s journey from Santa Claus to a gift-lugging dog in a drainpipe led me to Judaism, sort of.
I made a vow: If I survived Buchenwald, I would return and kill the mayor’s wife.
God, I want to know what can I get here that I can't get anywhere else?
Seventy-five orphan girls in Calcutta taught me the real meaning of thanksgiving.
When does, “I have to live my own life” become selfishness?
The storm came and suddenly I was being hit with six-foot waves, zero visibility and a sinking kayak.
My daughter's battle with leukemia taught me how to find consolation even in the midst of terrible pain.
Despite the fact that I can be awkward, Asperger’s is something I can use to help better other people's lives.
A new Torah scroll for the U.S. military re-writes a legacy.
The stranger-than-fiction true story of Swami Vijayananda.
How did a Baptist, country girl like me, raised in the Bible Belt, become an observant Jew?
A long time ago I ran away from home. Little did I know that it would teach me the meaning of Sukkot.
A mountain of a man, here was a Jew totally ignorant about Judaism willing to risk his life for being Jewish.
The shmata on my head is a statement as bold as my red curls: I am proud to be a Jew.
Avraham Sinai was a Hezbollah informant who risked his life for Israel.
The Shah of Iran's descendant tells his story from Jerusalem.
I was a three-day a year Jew who stopped by McDonalds on the way to the golf course every Saturday morning. Now I'm being called an observant Jew. What happened?
The death of my husband forced me to reexamine the purpose of my existence.
An elegy to the Jewish people for the 17th of Tammuz.
My story is different, but I relate to the horror the three families experienced not knowing if your child will survive.
Out of the blue, the Rebbe summoned me. He wanted to send me on a challenging mission.
A Chinese girl forced me to confront what it means to be Jewish.
There is no deeper wound than abandonment by a parent. After 10 years, I wanted to heal.
My difficult search for proof of my Jewish identity.
Can an embodied spirit be connected in some way to a disembodied one?
Learning how to embrace challenge from Shmuel and Chani Zundell’s inspiring example.