The scene outside of the windows was shockingly frightening. Pitch-black, a thick darkness in which we couldn’t see the hint of sunrise.

One of my favorite traditions during the secular new year is a semi-annual deep organizing of my home.

As the years go by, I realize that while there is nothing wrong with a good party, I am more focused on time well spent.

With the end of the secular new year comes the self-imposition of life decisions.

What needs to be said to a loved one or friend that has since, gone unsaid?

Ritual isn’t reserved only for the young or for the old. Let’s make memories, together, with any chance we get.

There is an ancient debate as to how one should light the Hanukkiah.

Although most of us are still enjoying Thanksgiving leftovers, Hannukah is just days away.

It once again feels odd that Hanukkah will take place during the Thanksgiving holiday.

We forget that bright paths are often first submerged in darkness.

Sometimes, letting go is the way to see another door, a hidden exit.

While the Torah often asks us to do a mitzvah without an explicitly attached meaning, the study of Torah itself seems to encourage the “why”.

Authentic listening may start with deciphering between noise and sound. Noise is that which distracts us from living with purpose and intention.

I have a few recurring dreams. One of which is wandering aimlessly around a school setting, miserably late to take an important test.

A few days ago, I encountered some poor customer service.

The start of a journey can be as easy as turning a page or reversing the hourglass.

Whose memory graces your sukkah?

Sukkot is a time of gratitude, recognizing the people in our lives that serve as our walls, roof, and foundation.

Walking the walk is leaving Yom Kippur services with a bit more patience as the traffic in the parking lot begins to build up.

Our youngest child started kindergarten this week. It is a special feeling to have a “last first.”

About a year ago, I purchased two potted lemon trees.

To Norm, providing a community when someone is struggling or celebrating is the foundation of synagogue life.

While most birthdays feel special in some way or another, my 40th feels significant.

Each human is connected by a “trail of time.” A constant traveling that allows us to honor the past and encourages us to keep moving, walking towards dreams inspired by long-ago. 

When we walk with each other, show up and fall in step, we stand on the shoulders of angels, transforming into God’s messengers, adding holiness to a fractured world.

Be aware of the hailstorms created with even one block of ice.

This is your moment to grasp. Don’t miss a single second.

May our children learn to catch someone when they fall. And may they learn from us, noticing our extended reach.

The more we habituate words of self-affirmation, the more we might start believing them.

Our tradition teaches us that a child grows not out of fear. Rather, a child grows through a foundation of love.