It is almost exactly one year since my father-in-law, Rabbi Yankel Weisberg, passed away.
Dear Mrs. Weisberg, I enjoy your column and was deeply touched by the "bittersweet" simcha at the bris of your friend's Down Syndrome child that you wrote about several months ago.
I drove home from work on that uneventful sunny Tuesday afternoon as I do every other day.
The deeper message behind our vigilant search and removal of chometz for Pesach is the need to remove any vestige of spiritual chometz from our beings and personalities.
With an active household and a busy lifestyle, my day, as for most people, is full of many mundane chores that need to be taken care of as part of the routine schedule.
Women love shopping. Just ask their husbands. They'll tell you.
Against the backdrop of rolling valleys and mountains, and a sun bathing creation with its warmth, creation awaits it finale.
A few weeks ago, my family and I arrived in Cleveland on a Sunday afternoon.
This is the story of a very special Sefer Torah (Torah Scroll), purchased shortly after the Second World War by my maternal zeide (grandfather), Rabbi Pinchas Sudak, when he and his family were on their dangerous trek escaping from Communist Russia.
Shavuot is considered the time when we "married" G-d or cemented our relationship with Him after our "courtship" on Pesach, during the Exodus from Egypt. The Luchot (Tablets with the Ten Commandments) is compared to our Ketubah (marriage contract) and explains the responsibilities of each of us in this relationship.