A grand love, in life and thereafter
My husband came into my life like a sun and showered me with a golden light I had not known before.
My husband came into my life like a sun and showered me with a golden light I had not known before.
Regardless of our race, religion, gender or age, we all have something in common: We’re all going to die.
Last February, I joined a club. It wasn’t my choice. It’s one of the worst clubs around, and if you’re not already in it, I hope you don’t become a member.
I haven’t seen or spoken to my parents for years now. This isn’t because of negligence or lack of caring, it’s that they’re no longer in this world.
Last week, I betrayed a trust.
A few weeks ago, I conducted an experiment: I counted the number of times I apologized in one day.
I grew up on 1950s television, and all I wanted in the world was to be the Cleavers.
Like many people with health concerns, Arianna Haut cannot fast on Yom Kippur — in her case, because of low blood sugar.
As we sit in synagogue or at home on Yom Kippur afternoon, trying — but often failing — not to look at the clock every five minutes, our stomachs grumbling, our mouths parched, our heads hurting, what may be most painful is that many of us don’t know why we’re “afflicting” ourselves, as the Torah commands.