At some point, I learned to trust
to believe that my husband’s dreams were his to own
and he could navigate them alone

I took a poll, and "Just delete 2020" received almost 95% of the votes. I am kidding. I don't have time for polls. But it sure does seem to be the spirit going into the new year---

This is Chanukah. Zos Chanukah. Today, the eight-day of Chanukah. Every bit of potential has been realized, every cup in the Menorah that waited its turn is sufficiently filled with olive oil or

On Wednesday morning, I texted one of my favorite teachers, Rabbi Shais Taub: Me: I’m having a really hard time with this week's Parsha: brother is thrown into a pit. Oooh, Let’s eat! ----Is just one example.

Have you heard the latest? "She is SUCH a Dena." Truth--- it's actually another popular Jewish name (hint; begins with a K) that has taken center stage in 2020, but I am proposing a new one.

We work, we entertain ourselves, hang out, chat, and (used to) vacation. And all of this works ---until it doesn't. Until something happens that causes us to wonder, is there more? Oh, there is more. 

This week's Parsha is named for the Jewish Matriarch Sara. It wants to tell us that she died, but instead, it tells us how she lived. Sara lived for 127 years. The Torah is always particular…

Whether you are at home or in synagogue on Yom Kippur, here is a parable and a meditation for you. The woman in this parable is our soul. Our soul hears the heavenly sound of the Divine before it enters into our bodies.

Stay home is the universal message of the coronavirus. As we face this new reality the Rabbis and shul goers all over the world have a lot to navigate. For some, shul closings have been the thwack of reality about how serious the pandemic is.

I don’t shake hands. Well, at least not with most adult males. I politely decline the hand offered to me. “I am sorry, I don’t shake hands for religious reasons, nothing personal”

Who runs the world? It’s a question asked by theologians and pop culture alike. It seems that more than ever, people are caught up with power and who is in control.

The parallels with Yom Kippur are at the heart of the paradox of finding order in chaos. I recently gave a workshop at the Chabad women’s conference in New York. The talk was about the struggle of parenting while co-directing a Chabad center.

May G-d bless you always with health, wealth and happiness.
May you be blessed with children and with children’s children.
May you be blessed to enjoy a ripe old age with a healthy mind and body.

Before satellites and 24-hour cable news, if a hurricane was headed your way, you might know it mere hours in advance, and the time you had to prepare was commensurate with how much information you knew.

I am functioning on autopilot. I go about my hectic day alternating between semiconsciousness and full-throttle action, neither of which requires much intention or reflection. I am doing all the things I can do just as well in my sleep

With the school year coming to a close, there is much ado about gifts: gifts for the teachers, gifts for the graduates and let’s hope at least a pat on the back for yourself as the parent.

Facebook. Like it. Instagram. Double-tap it. Snapchat. Snap it. Twitter. Tweet it. Pinterest. Pin it. LinkedIn. Link it. Follow. Like. Friend. Share. Repeat. It is the best of times — to stay in touch. It is possibly the worst of times — to develop authentic relationships.

Passover is fast approaching, and I am overwhelmed by how much work goes into preparing for this weeklong holiday. The days might be long, but the years are short, and time doesn’t stop for my procrastination and ruminations.

Surely you have heard these popular lyrics, as I have, and maybe you have heard the entire song, “Run the World (Girls),” which I have not. But the verse is catchy, and it’s stuck in my head.

After 20 years of living in Atlanta, it is not a stretch to consider the tree and our beautiful, lush, green surroundings as a metaphor for life.