Judy Gruen

They don’t call gossip “dirt” for nothing. “Did you hear that Tony’s getting a divorce?” my coworker Stacie said in a hushed tone by the coffeemaker, interrupting an important deliberation between the chocolate hazelnut and the French roast. I had not hea...

Shortly after my bat mitzvah, I decided it was time to get a better handle on G‑d. Did He really exist? If so, did He call the shots down here on Earth, and in particular, in my own life? Despite many years of Hebrew school and listening to the rabbi’s Sh...

During his convalescence, the morning blessings assumed a new poignancy and meaning for both of us: “Blessed are You, L‑rd our G‑d, King of the Universe, who releases the bound . . . Who straightens the bent . . . Who gives strength to the weary.” For the...