How we see ourselves and what we think we are capable of doing are very powerful forces.
I recently attended an out-of-town simcha. Among the guests were several acquaintances whom I hadn't seen in several years.
Socially inappropriate behavior is part and parcel of chronic illness.
I just got off the phone with my oldest grandson. He is four.
I was at a wedding just the other day, and the music was deafening.
Loss is a personal and monumental event. It is different for everyone who experiences it.
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.
I was privileged to participate in a support group of "well spouses".
Earlier this month, I spent the July 4th weekend at an out-of-town Shabbaton.
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.
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.
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.
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.