Later this week, my daughter turns 4. It seems like just yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital. I now understand the saying, “The days are long, but the years are short” far…more than I ever thought I would. Later this week is also the yahrzeit for my father. He passed away 3 years ago. The day before my daughter turned one, actually. My dad was not a particularly great dad. But he was mine, flaws and all. My daughter will know my father only through the… >> Read More
I used to live by the old adage “everything happens for a reason.” I felt that if I didn’t get the grade I expected or the job I wanted, it wasn’t meant to be. Likewise, if I ran into someone…I had been hoping to see unexpectedly at the grocery store, I believed it was fate. In my younger years, I found comfort clinging to the idea that there was a higher, divine purpose to our lives. But then my best male friend from college, Jason, died of brain cancer in 2006 at age 27,… >> Read More
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
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