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Reflections

Thoughts While Rocking My Baby at 2:30 in the Morning
Something inside my head is trying to remind me to be grateful for this little guy, but at 2:30 am, all I want to be grateful for is my bed.
The Dance of the Dreaded Dish Towels
As I formulate my battle plan to beat the morning rush, I ponder an old, unanswered question. What is it that drives dish towels to the floor from whichever spot they are hung or perched?
Facing My Decision: Why Stay Religious?
I was sure that my future would not hold the religious beliefs I had grown up with. To me, the rules and guidelines I was forced to keep in school were all that was keeping me religious.
A Rite of Passage for a Boy With ADHD
The night we met with the cantor, my almost-13-year-old son announced: “I’m a scientist, and also I’m an atheist.”
Why I Pray Every Day
I start my day stressed out, and it usually progresses that way until bedtime. ..
There Will Be No Tears?
I demand of my heart, no tears at Auschwitz.
Permanently Attached to My Wedding Ring
It has to be simple and unadorned, but its significance is far from simple.
What She Saw in the Mirror
Interesting, she didn’t say that she’s tired or overwhelmed or overworked, but weak; the woman actually thinks that she is weak.
Three Passages to Inspire Serenity
I’ve read the Tehillim portion in English on trains, buses, in Starbucks coffee shops and anywhere necessary to stick to my commitment.
My Tantrum With G-d
I can handle your tantrum because I know three things with absolute certainty.
Finding G-d
I believe in G‑d. Even before I became Torah observant, I felt His hand dancing through the events of my life. I saw purpose behind both the good and the bad, the happy and the painful.
Trying to Stand Steady After a Childhood Adrift
I found myself in a murky world, sailing around and around and around in excruciating circles. There was often no seashore in sight.
Why G-d Didn't Let Me Make My Flight
I woke up feeling like I shouldn’t fly. And while I know people who’ve altered their plans on a feeling, I was never one of them; I refused to let fear make my choices.
What My Fitbit Taught Me
This tiny watch has actually taught me something valuable about the way we approach our lives on a daily basis.
When the Losers are Really the Winners
It began with a late-night text from Dena, a close friend of mine: “Don’t want you to worry, but we had a fire. Thank G‑d, we managed to get out in time, but the house is gone.”
A Special Synagogue
Are You in the Dark Too?
We learn our uniquely designed lessons from our limitations and from our lows. Somehow, we need the darkness for our essence to emerge as well.
Not Mediocre
She lived in the Chabad center where I worked, but we rarely ever saw her, save for the few times a day when she came outside for a smoke, wearing dirty pajamas and mumbling to herself.
Strive High
How exactly do I find myself in Belgium—to attend a Paris wedding?
The Swimming Saga
My promise, was all but forgotten. Rachel, however, wouldn't let me forget it. Every so often, she would remind me about our swimming date.
An Open Letter to Rose
School Business
As he approached, his eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped. David felt a chill creeping up his spine, although he couldn’t imagine why Mr. Samson should be upset with him . . .
Missing Danny
My Friend, Signora Vinogard
Back in my schooldays, my friend Chaya and I often spent entire Sunday afternoons at the Jewish nursing home in Milan, Italy, where we lived.
A Time for War and a Time for Peace
Welcome to an age of instant communication; an age in which the boundaries between my life and yours are blurred so effectively that I can be informed of your every thought as I eat my supper.
The Glamorous Giver and the Disheveled Do-Gooder
At times, sharing opportunities may appear at our doorstep, neatly wrapped with a shining bow. At other times, the gift is hurled through an open window, perhaps during a thunderstorm at 3:00 AM. Perhaps when we least expected or wanted it...
Three Grandmothers and their Shabbat Candles
As my four grandsons watched wide-eyed, I could feel all the bubbies and zaidies in the room . . .
Life Is a Circle
he knocking persisted. I took the baby out of his bath, wrapping him in a towel, and made my way to the front door. “Who is it?” I looked in the peephole and saw an eleven-year-old from the neighborhood . . .
Staying Calm
A curious thing happens when you must be calm, when you don’t have the luxury of expressing your frustration, when what you want to do and what you must do are irreconcilably at odds, and little can be done to alleviate the frustration of a body and mind that want but cannot have...
A Positive Call
Acquire for Yourself a Friend
My old high-school friend Jillian had posted that she was reading a particular book, and I commented that it was not a favorite of mine. I closed the page, went back to work and thought nothing more of it, and I probably wouldn’t have, until the phone rang just an hour later...
Other Than the Pain
In my relationships, particularly with my kids, whatever is painful or dysfunctional seems to eclipse the good, to obliterate it . . .
The Gift of Dignity
In a state of shock immediately following the crash, I did not remember being pregnant, having two other children who were in the car, or being married. I felt like I was sixteen, without any responsibility to anyone but myself . . .
Pray, Eat and Pray Some More
Isn’t it interesting that today I decided, perhaps out of necessity, that I needed to establish a spirit and body routine to start the day.
Go Inside and Close Your Eyes
The strength within us, the support that re-grounds us in our uncertainty and insecurity, the part of us competing in this war with the external forces and energies that dare to blind us and steal us away from who we really are . . .
G-d and the GPS
Sometimes I get stuck and I need direction. Sometimes I feel like I am at a crossroads in life. There is a fork in the road and I don’t know whether to go right or left. I sit in the road and wait for some bright neon sign saying, “This way to redemption!” But for some reason it never comes . . .
With Different Eyes
My mind began reeling in annoyance about how busy I am, about all the things I have to do, and how I have to get to work. And on top of it, how I have to wait and be pulled into the vortex of somebody else’s life...
Why Can’t You Just Be Normal?
“Why can’t you just be normal?” As someone who grew up in a secular household and later became more observant, I get this kind of question a lot. And while I’m perfectly comfortable with not being “normal,” I also wonder what’s so special about normality...
Movement and Perspectives
This is not a theme I think I’ll ever understand fully. This one of movements and perspectives. The way my movements in physical space are metaphors for the bigger picture, tell a story greater than themselves . . .
Seeing through the Blindness
Chagai changed my whole attitude towards situations I had previously thought of as limiting. Now, instead of looking at them in terms of 'cannot', I look at them as challenges to conquer. The problem may not necessarily be cured, but it does not have to hold you back...
Perfection
We want the perfect hair, clothes, body. Society and our culture these days don't do much to help the situation. On the contrary- it's in our faces- plastered on billboards and magazine covers...
Lessons from my Gym
We are united by a singular cause: to feel good and look good. People walk in with all types of garb that hides their overweight body parts. But once they change into gym clothes, there is nothing to hide and no one is judging one other. We’re all in the same boat!
The Ordinary Life
Taking some ground meat out of the freezer to defrost, the prospect of the meatloaf that would eventually be served that evening just seemed to compound the ordinariness of her life...
The Golden Years
My Work with the Senior Community
The seniors at the home had amazing stories to tell about their lives and their families. Some were survivors and others were lonely and just wanted a visitor...