Esther Margaretten

When he gazed at me so long ago, did the Rebbe see the long line of my ancestors, clamoring to return through me? By the strength of his gaze, did he give us all the ability to come back?

It has always been hard for me (and probably for most people) to wrap my brain around the concept of “infinity.” How does something go on forever?

My name is Esther Malka, and even though I might look to passers-by like any other savta (grandmother) walking the streets of Jerusalem, the twists and turns of our family’s story have been anything but ordinary. As I relate in my first story, “Discoverin...

What, if any, possible knowledge of their Jewish heritage or ancestors was transmitted to them? What did they know about being Jews, and did this have anything to do with choosing Jewish wives, or was that simply a “coincidence”?

When I received a recent email from the widow of a distant French cousin, I had absolutely no idea how the information it contained would turn my life upside-down.

What’s in a name? The Torah answers this question long before Shakespeare asks it.

I was born into what appeared to be a typical non-Jewish American family, in a small town in Illinois. No one in my family adhered to any religious beliefs.