Speech; Communication

Not one time do we mention our wrongdoings or ask for forgiveness on this awesome day. Why? Because on this Day of Judgment our words have a powerful effect, and our prayers have the strength to transform . . .

“You love all your children just as much as you love me . . . so that can’t be possible. But I only have one mommy. And I love no one just as much,” I reasoned...

She hurt me. Or, shall I say, I was hurt by her? Words really matter, as I've recently re-learnt, so I better choose them wisely. That said, I was hurt by the (rather insensitive) way in which she chose to speak to me. It was the evening of Rosh Hashanah....

My husband and I had a great relationship. But since giving birth, I find that I am frustrated often with needing to ask him to do things that he should just figure out on his own...

I recently overheard a conversation where people were saying terrible things about a friend of mine. Meanwhile, my friend has no idea that this rumor is going around...

iFve weeks later—weeks of slow progress—my drill sergeant, eh hem, my speech therapist upped the ante and put me on a solid month of vocal rest, in an effort to reverse the damage I have inflicted on my pipes...

Here's an experiment to try the next time you meet someone—it could be an annoying telemarketer over the phone or a neighbor in the local grocery store...

I told my son about how -- as if in an over-the-top horror movie -- the television screen showed another plane hitting the Pentagon. The Pentagon... the place Nancy's husband Scott had gone to work that bright, clear morning...

Her sudden, sharp words resonated in my ears like a metal ball bouncing off metal surfaces. They cut me painfully to the quick. My mind was a muddle of emotions: I felt unjustly accused, unappreciated, disappointed...

Most of us have come across an acquaintance and exchanged cursory hellos, been asked the customary, "How are you?" only to be left standing by ourselves, scratching our heads...