The opening of the first full-time Chabad center in Poland, under the direction of Rabbi Shalom Ber and Dina Stambler, was made official at the International Conference of Chabad-Lubavitch Shluchim earlier this year.
Last week I wrote about self talk and how negative self talk can affect your whole outlook on life and give you a negative spin on how you see yourself.
I came out of the store last week, and there, on top of my "to do" list on the passenger's side of the car, in full view for anyone to see, were three checks that I was taking to the bank to deposit.
After I wrote about the Foundation for the Preservation of Jewish Heritage in Poland last week, many people asked me to report more on this group and the important work they are doing.
Chronic illness, to the great pain of everyone involved, only ends in one way, death.
In honor of Chanukah, a time of joy, I have been delving into the realm of Jewish music.
Whenever I have a speaking engagement, I always ask people to turn on their cell phones.
In Canada and the U.S., the government has passed new legislation to protect us.
Last week I wrote about how some well-meaning professionals can manipulate the situation in order to get you to do what they feel is in your best interest.
Most people over 40 have experienced a time or two when their mind just goes blank.
Last week I told Moshe's and Richard's stories. These two men gave their all to their jobs despite the diseases that made it more and more difficult to do so.
My generation, for the most part, had a very strong work ethic. It came, perhaps, because many of us grew up as children of immigrants and we inherited it from our parents.
We want people to behave toward us in a certain way. When they don't, we get angry.
Last week I shared part of a letter by a mother of a chronically ill child.
Birthdays, anniversaries, life cycle events are all times we look forward to.
I recently had the privilege of meeting with a support group that consisted of spouses, children and friends of the residents of a nursing home.
This e-mail came across my desk. It was written by that famous writer known as "unknown author."
Many years ago, I worked for a school division as a Special Education Resource Teacher.
Words do not always come out right. They don't always express the depth of our emotions or what we want to say.
My last several articles talked about the common experience for many "well spouses" of juggling simchas and crises at the same time.
I have been writing a series of articles on managing simchas and crises when they occur at the same time.
In a crisis, few of us know how to act. We desperately want to help, but we are afraid of overstepping or intruding where we shouldn't.
Last week I relayed Evelyn's story. She is a well spouse who was making a simcha.
Dealing with chronic illness when planning even the most joyous of occasions is very difficult, even when there is no crisis at the moment.
For more than a year now, I have been relating stories from and about well spouses. When these stories reflected a common experience, I wrote about them.