Being a single parent is hard. We don't have to explain why--you're the only adult human solely responsible for your kids--which is, like, totally no pressure at all. Often times, single parents feel…alone, because there isn't a ton of support (and there probably will be even less if Trump's budget gets approved). Because today is National Single Parent Day, we're rounding up some of our favorite Kveller posts written by single moms who will make you feel less alone--and understand that it's OK to take some "me time" whenever… >> Read More
Tracy Newman wrote amazing lists of things not to do—and to do—at a Shiva recently. It’s been three years since my mom passed and I also remember the things that helped and hurt. I thought I…would add my own some concrete suggestions of things you can do to help in ways you might never have thought about. Here are six things to do when you pay a shiva call. 1. Ask about allergies and think outside the food box. Jews bring food after a death. You don’t walk into a… >> Read More
I advocated for my mom one last time after she died.
Don't get me wrong. I’ve never gone in much for taking up “causes.” I usually find that the nuances of an issue are lost when it’s…reduced to talking points and slogans. Or maybe it’s the attorney in me, who finds it too tempting to argue all sides, making it difficult to commit to one point of view. But once, I was an activist for a situation that was personal as well as public, a problem impinging directly both on my… >> Read More
My mom always told me that I could go anywhere in the world, enter a synagogue and feel a part of the Jewish community there, through familiar Hebrew prayers and songs.
When I arrived in New Delhi…at the Judah Hyam Synagogue, I felt her presence as we began saying the Shema. I noticed that, Eli, the Indian Jewish young man who was leading our service, covered his eyes in a way I had never seen before. He made the letter “shin” on his forehead by folding his thumb and pinky and… >> Read More
I formally converted to Judaism one month after I lost my father and two weeks before getting married.
I hadn’t been raised with much religion. I was baptized Lutheran, but always joked that my…parents did that more out of superstition than dogma. They didn’t do much to disabuse me of this notion—we attended services at the local Lutheran church on Christmas Eve, but beyond that and spending a week or so at an Episcopal church camp for a few summers, I didn't have much of a religious identity.… >> Read More