Category Archives: Lessons From My Parents

A Wave from Above

It’s my nature. If I have questions I have to ask. This became a very important tool for me to help me get through difficult times. I have called so many different rabbonim and speakers to ask them questions on something they said or wrote. My family would laugh at me when I would report […]

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Do I Live in La-La Land

  248-968-8072.This was my phone number. For years. It was the number that I learned when I was old enough to learn about phone numbers. It was the number I gave out to my friends to call me. It was the number I called when I was in camp and seminary, and I needed to […]

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My Father

לעילוי נשמת אליהו בן שמואל יעקב כ”ט ניסן תשס”ט Remembering My Father My father was a real family man. He loved when yom tov came around and his married children overran his home. The madness of everyone squished together gave him only pleasure. He especially loved giving each and every one of his children and […]

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Roundtable Night

A while back, my daughter’s school had a roundtable discussion with the mothers. There was a panel of teachers, and each teacher had a turn to answer a submitted question. The answers sparked a lot of back and forth between the mothers and the teachers. I looked around, and I saw realness. I heard sincerity. […]

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A Mother’s Love

  Oftentimes, I wish I could think of just the right word; sometimes it seems to be on the tip of my tongue, but instead I stammer and stutter my way through my thought, hoping that I am getting my point across in some way. I had such an experience with a friend who doesn’t […]

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If I Were Dr. Seuss

  If I was Dr. Seuss, my latest book might sound like this:  I miss my parents every day, I always miss them in every way. I miss them when I’m here, and I miss them when I’m there. I miss them when I’m feeling sad, I miss them when I’m feeling glad. Do you […]

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Ordinary People

  I grew up in the shadow of ordinary, thinking that my family name was that of plain, ordinary people. My parents were average people living ordinary lives. Or so I thought. Because of the small size of the small town that I grew up in, my family was well known. But when asked what […]

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My Mother’s Yahrtzeit

My Mother’s Yahrtzeit I was about to leave to the grocery store when the phone rang. It was my mother. My stomach dropped. She didn’t sound good. “Mommy,” I said, full of concern, “what is going on?” She answered, “I just spoke to the doctor. The results just came in. There is cancer all over […]

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