The hummus is passed around the Shabbat table. I am surrounded by friends and acquaintances speaking about the…

I am drowning in stress. The alarm clock goes off before the morning sun peers into the room. My mind is immediately flooded with…

As I said the bedtime Shema, I recited the familiar passage, “For you have acted truthfully, and…

I stood in the synagogue with my friends last Rosh Hashanah, swaying in deep concentration and harmony. We each…

I do everything around the house. It feels unfair. No matter how many times I ask my husband to help out, he doesn’t, and then…

I climbed the stairs to my home, exhausted after a session with a group of young adults on a Birthright Israel trip. Satisfaction filled…

My talk about my fertility journey was winding down, and it was time for the more intimate questions and…

I rehearsed my notes for the upcoming CTeen Shabbaton. Would the students like my message? More importantly, would they…

After I placed our wedding photos into an album and started playing house, I found myself saying things like…

The softly sung niggunim lifted the mood of a windy, bone-chilling evening. Our home was warmed by…

My early-morning routine of turning my entire home upside down while running late to find a clean sock turned into a…

Research professor, lecturer and author Brene Brown did extensive research on emotions. She found the emotion people are…

The sound of the cantor’s voice echoes off the walls. It is still drizzling outside on this Shabbat morning. I sway in harmony with…

Later, at home, I was playing out ways I could have spun that conversation differently. I was reliving hundreds of other…

Curled up in a ball, shivering. I was trapped in the ice-cold world of jealousy. Every friend’s and stranger’s growing baby bump…

The last two weeks, I lay awake worrying whether I would be told once again that you slipped through my fingers, or in…

Everyone always told me I had so much potential and could really be something. When they would say that, I imagined…

Three months ago, I was lying down when I got the call from my doctor. Every last piece of paperwork, injection, anesthesia, procedure, waiting-room marathon that I’d…

I wipe down the counter, waiting for the pre-Shabbat madness fight. Somewhere, in the crunch time before candle-lighting, there’s usually a…

How can I trust that we can play this game called “normal life” when just one breath ago, just one week ago, I thought this was…