Growing up can be hard. But try sharing with a friend your most intimate problem: that you live with a disease ravaging your waste disposal system.
When we speak of our gastrointestinal tract, which we rarely do, we often resort to euphemisms. One writer shares the tale of her unfriendly relationship with the toilet.
A few months ago, my husband, Jake, and his best friend were walking along the river in Philadelphia, deep in conversation. The friend had his hand on Jake’s shoulder. A car suddenly stopped. A group of teenagers yelled out, “FAGGOTS!” and screeched away.
Philadelphia’s Germantown Jewish Center is one of 65 synagogues providing temporary shelter to the homeless under a nationwide program.
Rather than jet to tropical party capitals for spring break, about 105 Jewish college students are choosing to do something a little different during their time off.
I first encountered Hosts for Hospitals last year when a volunteer for the group promoted the program at my synagogue, the Germantown Jewish Centre, in Philadelphia.
Mother’s Day is bittersweet. During my childhood, I would get insanely excited about finding just the right gift and buying the most gushing card. As an angst-ridden adult, I dreaded the day and balked at sending a card to my estranged mother. It seemed too hypocritical to send one of those loving messages to someone with whom all communication had broken down.
Linda Kriger discusses the challenges and triumphs of making a blended family into a unified family. Learn how she gets her eldest step-daughter to look her in the eye, in this personal essay.
Once a generation, every 28 years, Jews recite the Blessing of the Sun, the same prayer that is said upon seeing majestic mountains, seas, rivers and deserts: “Blessed are you, our God, King of the Universe, who effects the work of creation.” This is the moment that Jewish tradition says the sun returns to the original spot in the cosmos as when it was created on the fourth day.
My husband’s first gift when we began dating was a slim volume of Abraham Joshua Heschel’s classic work “The Sabbath.” It was his way of saying, “Welcome to my world.”