The lack of clutter was nice, but the lack of company made me feel crazed. I was lonely.
President Trump found not just an innovative doctor in the Jewish man successfully treating coronavirus symptoms. He found a fan.
If the drug was a silver bullet like penicillin is for strep throat we would know by now, said an infectious-disease expert who studies malaria.
Jewish summer camps insist that they’re still planning on opening this summer. Not doing so could be disastrous for their finances.
Now, the teacher said, we are going to think about the places where we dwell. So I did. And it was that screen.
A uniformed police officer acknowledged that the event, during which one man led prayers at a lectern for a loose crowd, shouldn’t be happening.
The couple disseminated their planned route and cruised the streets, basking in the best wishes shouted from the windows of Crown Heights.
The Chabad movement, one of Judaism’s most powerful forces for the dissemination of Jewish culture and practice, has closed its iconic headquarters.
This child who can stand next to me while I cook and talk forever about Lego and snakes, but distance learning has him down.
Noon: The kids accept an uninspiring lunch of eggs and pasta. For me? Cake, because I deserve it. My husband: Cheerios, food of his childhood.