Katherine Agranovich

How could I, his mother, not see through him? How could I not appreciate the intense power pulsating in him? How could I not be on his side? “Sorry for betraying you,” I sob, burying my face in his soft curls...

The days before Mariam leaves are an emotional rollercoaster. "What am I going to tell the kids? They're so attached to her," I think, lying in bed and staring at the moon. "And what about me? I can't handle my family and run my business without her. And ...

I am in the front row of a theater, waiting for the play to begin. The lights are dimmed and I am awestruck by the spectacular decorations of the stage, creating a bright paradise in the midst of the darkness...

As I climb into bed, I'm wondering how many parts of me are still locked in jail cells, waiting to be freed. And if I could free this one, then with G-d’s help I can launch a search mission for many more...

I have been watching our rabbi's kids growing up. There is something special about them, some kind of profound depth, where I can almost feel their spirituality. They seem so content and satisfied internally, and, yes, they play with toys, run in the ...

There are more than six billion people living on this planet, and most of them have their own opinions about G‑d. They also have a story behind their opinion…

Behind every Jewish family there is a story, and when I look at my sons, I think of all of them: the six million killed in the Holocaust, as they live in my every word, my every tear and in every moment I tell their story...

One night, as I come home from school, I open the front door and hear strange noises coming from the living room, a mixture of radio static and a voice speaking in a foreign language...

My husband took the boys to the park; my daughter is watching the baby, who's sleeping on the patio—I am now free to do whatever I want for an hour or so! But am I?

Now, three boys later, I feel like a pie- everybody wants a piece of me. Well, I am running out of "pieces," as well as my sanity...