Sara Hecht

Wherever I went, I met women waiting to go home. But in each place, as we connected over the source of our souls, we realized how at home we truly were.

Must we move to heaven to experience infinite ethereality? I think not.

“Why do you think that happens, that unraveling in life? That struggle to find the parts of us that are scattered in the wind—and then tie them together in ways that we can gift to the world? Do you think it is for the best?” she asks me. I find the answe...

Reflections on the widely visited synagogue of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson, of righteous memory, located at 770 Eastern Parkway in Brooklyn, New York. Familiarly known as simply “770,” this landmark synagogue and epicenter of t...

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 surg...

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