Life Lessons

When I told Sandra who I was and that I was calling to confirm our Shabbat-dinner date, her voice sounded choked, her words almost indistinguishable. Suddenly, the floodgates opened, and I heard unmistakable sobbing on the other end of the phone.
Today Was a Very Hard Day . . . Or Was It?
It's all in the perspective
Today, G‑d sent me one of those days where I had an opportunity to strengthen my spiritual muscles.
Recognizing G-d Along the Way (Road Bumps Notwithstanding)
One of the tires, while appearing fine superficially, was actually almost completely peeled off.
The Guiding Lights of a Positive Life
Lost . . .I could have been lost, completely lost, with no clue how to get home.
How I Dealt With My Anxiety Over Hosting
I’m an excellent cook, but everybody has their off-days, especially when making a huge amount of food.
In Desperate Need of a Charge
My phone’s been really weird about charging the last few days. Seems like something is off-kilter in the charging port. I’ve had to juggle the charger, wiggle it around, get it in exactly the right place and the right angle for that elusive, all-important red light to go on.
A Molehill Out of a Mountain
“My child is not walking,” I informed the doctor.
Saved by an Unlikely Person
Our upstairs neighbors for the past four years have been, well, challenging to say the least.
A Time to Be Born and a Time to Die
This week, for maybe the first time in my adult life, I attended a Hachnasat Sefer Torah that affected me deeply, in ways I could not have imagined beforehand.
How I Learned to Put Down My Phone on Shabbat, and Enjoy It
I knew it wouldn’t be easy to give up my smartphone on Shabbat and the holidays.
One Person’s Trashmen Are a Real Treasure
When someone deserved commendation for a job well done, my mother made a practice of telling the boss.
Looking Inward After Being Verbally Assaulted
She screamed at me for minutes on end, as I sat there, unable to get a word in, feeling terribly guilty and ashamed for the missed appointment and having wasted her time.
Mentally Ill, Mentally Well: Two Neighbors Share Shabbat
About an hour or so before Shabbat arrives, there’s a set of loud, repetitive knocks on my door. On the other side stands a mostly toothless woman, often carrying the overwhelming scent of the unbathed.
Three Years After My Daughter’s Open-Heart Surgery
Chunks of time roll by without me even thinking to say thank you, without me remembering or acknowledging the gift of three years ago.
The Non-Jewish Girl in the Jewish Youth Group
The activities were fun, and I wanted to share the fun with Betsy. I lobbied the youth group advisor to let Betsy come along. The advisor was adamantly opposed.
The Lessons She Left Me
But how can I be a friend still? How can I conjure her up at a moment’s notice—not because of something I see, but something I do?
Aunt Mania's Magic Slippers
I was an orphan. And I was shoeless.
The Little Girl and the Nazi Prisoner
The sight that greeted us was not at all what one would expect to see at a parade. There was no music, no cymbals, no clown twirling batons and making people laugh and letting everyone know what was being celebrated. In fact, it soon became clear to me that this was not a parade at all, but a procession of enemy prisoners of war who had been captured by Russia.
How Converting to Judaism Taught Me the Important Things in Life
I live in Los Angeles, where wealth, celebrity, youth and beauty are valued above all else.
Listening to the Shabbat Candles
I stood there with my face covered, tiny tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.