Voices

I am having my hair done, my nails, my makeup. But within, I am in a completely different world. My focus is on the new life I am about to embark upon. I keep his picture in my mind, his words in my heart and his being engraved in my soul. It is my wedding day.

Dear Daughter: I've waited for this moment since the day you were born some twenty years ago. And yet, I feel thoroughly and utterly unprepared...

It had always seemed to me that, for most of us, many of the Torah's laws restricting relations between the sexes are a sort of collective punishment for the sins of a few. But recently my perspective has changed

I had signed up for J-date, the on-line Jewish dating service, and I was getting frustrated with the whole experience. From the music industry braggart with the purple Jaguar to the seventy-five year old who’d claimed to be fifty, the prospects were disappointing...

There was jealousy. There was anger. There was even resentment and pain. But there was also love and support and encouragement and advice, not from two parents, but from four.

We don't do anything. There's something in the atmosphere and experience that takes away the ability to concentrate or focus. One's greatest desire is simply not to be there, not to be doing this, and to have it be over with as quickly as possible...

Could others see the countless tiny strands of their separate anxieties silently knitting them together? Did anyone notice how, though they sat on separate chairs not touching, they sat as close as two people could without touching?

She walked out of the room. Halfway down the hallway she stopped and stood motionless as if confronting an invisible wall

My favorite is a dozen or more long-stemmed, freshly-cut red roses. But a bouquet of any assortment will bring a smile to my face. My husband knows of this weakness of mine and uses it to his advantage

We can discuss the rational merits of my argument until we're both blue in the face. But even more important is to understand why we are in this discussion to begin with

My daughter asks difficult questions about why we divorced and if I hate her father. For now I lie, but it is only a matter of time until she learns the truth about our marriage.

Neither parent seemed to notice the presence of their young daughter in the entranceway. I was only ten at the time, but my sensitive nature detected that the room was full of their love for each other...

That moment made it clear to both of us: I'm committed to you, and you're committed to me, and an argument won't change things.

Through trial and error, and now years of experience, I’ve come to realize that communicating is not about talking and “listening”; it’s about understanding.

When I was able to finally meet my husband's grandparents who could not travel to the wedding, my entire outlook on the fragileness of love was challenged forever...