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.