Reflections

In Marrakesh, Morocco, despite a language barrier, we shared the most delicious Shabbat meals at the home of the Chabad family, connecting through smiles and songs.

My childhood could not have been more different from that of Nissim Black.

It takes effort to move the animal self out of the driver’s seat to let our neshamah be our driver.

My hand is on his pure face; I’m thinking of tomorrow.

I love seeing the hand of G‑d in everyday life.

I’m your personal trainer, offering just the right amount of resistance.

Let me share a touching tale of Divine providence that came about as a direct result of my hoarding practices.

Maybe, I consoled myself, to be truly G-dly was to be creative.