Do you remember Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood? He was such a lovely man, always put his shoes away. It’s a shame my boys never watched that

I love all of my children equally. For nine months and three weeks, I impatiently awaited the arrival of son #1. When your father is

I am starting this column the Monday evening before Election Day. Unfortunately, I am not clairvoyant. If I were, I would know what mood husband

It was four years ago when son #1 received his driver’s permit. Four long years. When you are blessed to have children close in age,

Not many of my columns require research, but I felt this particular column deserved the respect that a few Google searches would confer. Folks, if

In trying to figure out why we refer to this time of year as the “High Holiday Season,” I have come up with some theories.

The High Holidays are upon us. A time of reflection, a time of trepidation when thinking about the future and how we are seen in

Over the past few weeks, I have had the privilege of attending many weddings. No two were the same; in fact, all of them were

We are a funny people and when I say people, I am referring to the Jewish people. Let’s go back in time to the first

People are competitive. It starts when when we are little and we come home from the hospital. “My baby was 22 inches long. The doctor

I have a hard time admitting when I am wrong. Probably because I never am, but I feel that I have dropped the ball recently.

I often say that being married is like being in recovery-you have to take it one day at a time. As little girls, we are