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.
When we first marry, we assume life will be wonderful. We rarely think about or discuss potential problems or the possibility of illness darkening our doorstep.
A good friend of mine, "Sarah," recently shared her concern over her two year old grandson's health.
Well spouses with ill partners face a dilemma. Whether the ill spouse's care is long-term hospitalization or a nursing home, the absence of a partner over a long period changes the nature of the family unit.
As we go through this journey called life, we meet many people and make many friends.
None of us would deliberately hurt our friends. We would not tell jokes about the blind to a blind person or to a relative of a blind person.
From time to time, I am asked where I get ideas for my articles. The answer is simple. Just from getting up in the morning and experiencing life.
A Get (Jewish divorce) must be given freely and received freely. A man must be able, in front of two witnesses, to indicate his willingness to divorce his wife.
My mother used to say you never know who your good friends are until you go through a crisis.
While recently riding on a private local bus, I couldn't help but overhear two elderly, balbatish ladies talking.
Let's paint a picture with your mind. Picture a couple. The wife is standing beside her husband. Lets add four children, say three, five, seven and an infant. Paint a beautiful summer day. The birds are singing, the flowers are out and the grass is lush and green. The family is taking a walk. The three year old is balancing on his new tricycle. The infant is asleep in a stroller. The five and seven year olds are kicking a soccer ball as they walk along. The family stops to sit under a tree. The infant has fallen asleep.
During this past Yom Tov, I spent some time with my son who lives out of town.
My first-born son's recent marriage was a huge simcha for the family, but the wedding was actually the culmination of a simcha that began years ago - at his bris.
Last week I wrote about well spouses who eventually chose to get a physicians help with the problems they were having coping, with their partners' chronic illness.
Walking along a Brooklyn street recently, I saw a scene that could very well be used in a dictionary to explain the word nachas.
Many people in my generation were brought up with an aversion to any medication that did not deal with a physical problem.
The law requires disability access in most public places. For the most part, new stores, restaurants and theaters have complied.
Emotional trauma takes an invisible toll. Unlike a physical ailment, an illness or a broken leg, the trauma is not visible to the eye.
Have you ever stood dominoes up in a row about an inch apart and then tipped the first one over?
During Rosh Hashona, when it is customary to greet friend and stranger alike with good wishes for the upcoming year, I try to avoid uttering the phrase, "Have a happy and healthy New Year.