Sara Hecht

She exuded a rare inner beauty that struck me right away. As dusk descended on Jerusalem, we both moved closer to the Western Wall, eager to touch the sacred, sun-kissed stones. There, as at every place of prayer, our differences fell away. The crowd ...

I'll leave you room to err, says G‑d, because you will rebuild – grander, stronger, and more beautiful edifices.

I glanced around; I had lost him already. I later discovered that he, too, was unfamiliar with the roads, but astonishingly that didn’t stop him. The gust of suspense left in his wake intrigued me...

I like to believe that there is a song to the universe. That beyond the daily hustle and bustle, there is a tune to which life is playing, and that our task is to learn the rhythm of the Divine plan and fall into step with it.

She's only seven years old, and the doctors say she has lost her battle with cystic fibrosis, that she will live only a few more weeks. But for some reason, nobody has stopped praying...

In one pivotal moment, the star seems to be relating its life story: birth, growth, death, and even afterlife, fuse together in a strange and tragic way

It is the third of Tammuz, the anniversary of the Rebbe’s passing, and I find myself reflecting on the meaning of the day, desperately searching for answers to seventeen-year-old questions that still remain, unanswered . . .

Some days I feel as though I'm carrying years on my back. I never thought about it much before; you see, I believed it was my duty...

He told me that I hadn't come to Las Vegas to sell playpens...

He kept mentioning “Freedom Rules,” and that’s where he really got me thinking. How can there be rules in Freedom?