I was at a wedding just the other day, and the music was deafening.
Last week, I wrote about the need to make Jewish institutions open to all Jews.
Another Nine Days have come and gone, and we gratefully give a sigh of relief knowing that these days of deprivation - no meat, no swimming, no showering, no music, culminating in a 25 hour fast - no food or water - are finally behind us, and the rest of the sun-drenched summer is there for us to enjoy.
It is difficult and expensive to make old institutions accessible to wheelchairs.
Working outside the home is difficult. For woman with a young family, it is even harder.
Earlier this month, I spent the July 4th weekend at an out-of-town Shabbaton.
I was privileged to participate in a support group of "well spouses".
From 1946 to 1975 Rav Miller was the rav of the Young Israel of Rugby in the East Flatbush section of Brooklyn. In 1975 the shul relocated to Ocean Parkway near Avenue R and was subsequently called Bais Yisroel Torah Center. Rav Miller served as the rav there until his passing in 2001.
We've all been to hundreds of weddings throughout our lives. Most of them have been the simchas of friends - some of very close family members.
The well spouse, despite the calm and in control mask s/he wears, tends to be a fragile creature.
What follows below should be read in light of what Orthodoxy in the United States was during the forties, fifties and sixties. Orthodoxy certainly looked at least 'externally' different than it does today. In general, Orthodox Jews dressed in a fashion similar to their gentile neighbors. Most Orthodox men were clean shaven.
This world is full of goodness. People are generous and caring and willing to help.
The third yahrzeit of HaRav Avigdor Miller, zt"l, occurred a few weeks ago. I had the privilege of knowing him as a talmid and on a personal level for more than 30 years, from about 1970 until his passing in 2001.
Several weeks ago, there was back and forth "dialogue" in the editorial pages of the Jewish Press concerning the very subjective view as to who is the more "authentic" Jew amongst the various segments of the Orthodox community.
With Pesach upon us, Jews must refrain from indulging in some of their favorite foods, drinks and even cosmetics for over a week.
In this week's Dating Primer column, Rosie Einhorn and Sherry Zimmerman write about the destructive nature of frequent, often unjustified criticism directed towards children and some of the repercussions of what they feel is unintentional but nonetheless genuine verbal abuse.
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of being a guest at a Shabbaton hosted by Machane Chodosh in Forest Hills, N.Y.
One of the most distressing issues that pre-occupies the minds of young and old alike is the growing "Shidduch Crisis."
For many people, one of the most difficult blessings to say with the proper kavana - sincerity - is the one uttered upon hearing of a person's passing - Baruch Dayan HaEmet - Blessed is the True Judge.
Last month, when I was in Jerusalem, I naturally went to the Kotel, a place I always felt was home, since my paternal ancestors were Kohanim.
Perhaps the one characteristic that unites people of all nationalities, cultures and creeds is a fascination with weather, especially bad weather.
At this moment, in cities, towns and neighborhoods across the country, someone's mother, child, friend, or spouse glances impatiently at the clock, only to have flashes of mild annoyance chill into icy pricks of worry and fear.
Former president Jimmy Carter spoke sharply against the Bush administration and the Israeli government in his speech at the Geneva Accord ceremony on Monday.
I recently attended an all-day shidduch program sponsored by the National Council of Young Israel in Manhattan.
In this week's column by Dr. Yael Respler, she addresses a letter sent to her by a reader who had "bones to pick" with some of the points I made regarding shidduchim in the various Orthodox communities.