Most of us have heard the Talmudic assertion that "He who saves a life, saves a world," and conversely, "He who kills a life, kills a world."
Just the other day, I was commiserating with a close friend about how my life had not gone the way I had envisioned way back when - when I was young and my head was filled with sweet visions of what would be.
Last week, to my deep distress, my cell phone disappeared from my purse. I don't know whether it somehow fell out, or if someone on the very crowded street purposely brushed against me and slipped a hand into my purse.
With the Sefiras HaOmer period behind us, the wedding season is in full swing.
When I was a little girl, I was fortunate to be one of the first of my peers to travel to Israel. It was 1965 and the fledgling state was only 17 years old.
There are many die-hard optimists who are actually Leftists. (I thought I would be generous in explaining why they are reality-challenged.)
Just days ago millions of people's lives across the country were impacted by severe unrelenting weather in the form of snowstorms, torrential rains, hurricane force winds and tornadoes.
Just days ago, the question, "How is this night different from all others?" was asked at Pesach tables around the world.
It's erev Pesach, the house is sparkling, the chicken soup is cooking, the potatoes have been peeled (20 pounds worth) and the guests are on their way.
'Twas the morning after Purim and in a ba'al batishe house, A bleary-eyed husband tried not to wake up his spouse,
Smart husbands know that their wives as a rule are full of common sense and wisdom and if they want to be successful in life, they should listen to what their wife has to say - and follow it.
The other day I was shopping at a large supermarket and happened to go down the frozen foods aisle, past the endless freezers containing every imaginable flavor, shape and size of ice cream.
As a longtime "born-again single" and parent, I've come to the conclusion that the road to matrimony is like the road to weight loss.
The menorahs have been put away; the scale groans with the added weight of the sufganiyot and latkes that were devoured; and people are starting to formulate their Pesach plans (so soon already!).
This past week I took time out from my daily activities to have a medical checkup - something I highly recommend.
This past week, millions of Americans took advantage of the Thanksgiving holiday to pick themselves up and, alone or with family, get into a car, bus, train or airplane to visit relatives or friends or have a mini-vacation.
It was one of those cold, rain-soaked evenings - the kind that make you look forward to a hot drink, a good book and a soft couch to curl up on.
The question that is on many people's mind these days is why the organizers of the international "Pride Parade" chose the holy city of Jerusalem as the venue for their exhibition.
This summer there was a big hue and cry over the anti-Jewish rants uttered by a very drunk Mel Gibson after he was stopped by police for driving like a ...drunk - out of control, with an inability to think and judge clearly.
The Days of Awe are quickly approaching, a time that we focus on what the future will hold for our families and us.
I recently received an e-mail from a woman who, based on her skillful command of English, is surely a North American living in Israel.
In memory of the chayalim of the IDF whose lives were prematurely snuffed out when they still had so much living to do.
This past Sunday in Iraq a suicide bomber blew himself in the midst of mourners at a funeral, killing at least 10 people and injuring at least 18.
Some may say that certain unlikely events and their timing are a matter coincidence, but we who believe that Hashem is the Eternal Mastermind of the Universe - know better.
In my previous column I wrote how apprehension has replaced anticipation when a son or daughter enters the shidduch parsha.