Minnesota Mamaleh: On Balance
My kids, my house, my husband, myself. What’s that last one again? I’m grasping for balance, friends.
My kids, my house, my husband, myself. What’s that last one again? I’m grasping for balance, friends.
In honor of Mother’s Day AND May Day – a few thoughts on Kindness, and its role in *all* religions.
Blessed people. I’m talking about the word blessed. What did you think I was going to write about today?! Sheesh.
My relationship with Israel is like any other– sometimes fabulous, sometimes painful. What kind of a connection do I want to foster between Israel and my kids?
Raising my boy feels so very different than my girls. A lot of it I’m still muddling through, but the mazik-cutie-pie-trouble-maker part of him? That, I love!
My Grandmother is a Holocaust survivor. This is her story. I am honored (and humbled) to tell it.
Taking the “just the way it is” out of religion and bringing honest-to-goodness thinking and questioning right back on in.
The concept of freedom. Of choices. And of using those choices wisely really resonated with us and became the gem of a lesson embedded within the rituals of Passover.
Why every once in awhile I encourage, that’s right I said ENCOURAGE, my kids to talk back.
Interfaith friendships versus same-faith friendships. Discuss.