It is good to speak of my son in unremarkable words. I look back to when he was 16, and I had to tell him a difficult truth.

I was not just stir-crazy but screen-crazy. I work on two computer screens and then there is my Kindle. But on Shabbat my screens go dark.

In some ways, when a second-time-around groom stomps down on the glass after the huppa at his wedding, that glass is already in shards.

My niece through marriage died two years ago at age 40. We sat shiva at her brother’s house in Needham, Massachusetts.

I’m new at this. Well, not new at Israeli folk dancing but, after 40 years, I’m rusty. What is new for me is dancing at

I am sitting in the corner of the couch, and Fania Lavi is facing me in her wheelchair in her small apartment at an old-age home in Jerusalem.…

I just got a call from my health insurance company informing me that it was time for a mammogram. “I really don’t need one,” I

Lisa Samick was 35 when she watched her younger sister, a new mother, die of metastatic breast cancer. Judah Schiller was 35 when he was