I have witnessed hemorrhaging teens being carried into an ambulance while sobbing classmates looked on. I have been in school rooms where...

“It’s my job to ask. It’s your job to say no.” I learned that essential life teaching from a local television reporter who asked my boss...

“The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear.” Rumi Playing a word game on my iPhone one night, I had an “ah ha” moment: The...

It’s still snow season here in Colorado. Yet the other night, I had the opportunity to practice RAIN. This practice of radical compassion...

Truth, in all its complexity, was the topic of this year’s Mussar Institute virtual kallah (conference). I had opportunities to look at...

I plumped up my pillow, sat on the bed and pulled the fluffy down comforter over my body, leaving my arms free. Opening my journal, I...

“Make new friends, but keep the old; One is silver and the other’s gold.” So went the Girl Scout song we sang in summer camp as we...

"Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength." Betty Friedan I can’t do some things that I used to do. There. I...

At best, my relationship with Death is uneasy. I rail when It prematurely steals a life – a child, a teen, a young parent. It wounds me...

Days of Awe My Mussar chevruta (group of study buddies) is studying “awe” this month, coinciding with the Jewish calendar, the ten Days...

I have a confession to make. I’ve read about gratitude, studied gratitude with my Mussar groups, developed intentional ways to feel and...

“Grim care, moroseness, and anxiety—all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. Mirth is God’s medicine.” – Rev....

Jewish tradition talks about two types of generosity, according to Alan Morinis in Everyday Holiness. One is tzedakah, planned and/or...

Springtime at 8700 feet. Saturday – short sleeves, sandals and sunscreen. Sunday (aka Mother’s Day) – snow boots, sleds and shovels. And...

I ran out of sympathy cards. Again. I buy them in boxes, Like thank you notes. And yet they disappear ever more quickly. Sympathy cards...

Not again! I can’t write about it. I can’t write about anything else. Surely can’t polish my unfinished blog about generosity. Not today....

Over six decades ago, my husband, Irv, made friends with a boy named Malcolm in third grade at PS 235 in Brooklyn, NY. About ten years...

Candles have always been an important part of my Jewish cultural tradition – the Sabbath candles lit by my mother every Friday night; the...

“The words of a president matter.... At their best, the words of a president can inspire. At their worst, they can incite.” Joe Biden,...

Last night was the final evening of Chanukah 2020, the Jewish festival of lights. I love the ritual of lighting the candles, an...