The light fixture hanging in our kitchen when we first moved onto 3 Landau Lane was ancient. In fact, I think it was there before

It was one of those picture-perfect, beautiful spring mornings. I had davened at an early minyan that Shabbos morning in early May down the block

I’ll bet you never heard of ‘Shmatta Pizza’! It was the summer of 1988. My Aunt Miriam was traveling to Eretz Yisroel for the unveiling

One of the most exciting aspects of Yom Tov is the preparation during the days beforehand. Don’t get me wrong—I don’t like schlepping, shopping and

A number of years ago, on Simchas Torah morning, after the kiddush ended, I carried our (then) 3-year-old son Dovid beneath the canopy spread atop

“Abba, the power is out in half of the rooms upstairs!” While trying to prepare derashos for Rosh Hashanah, that’s not what I wanted to

Although I have lived in Monsey for most of my life, I am not a Monsey native. My formative years were spent living in the

One Shabbos afternoon—during the summer of 2010—in the Staum bungalow at Camp Dora Golding, a 4-year-old boy (whose last name happens to be Staum) decided

It’s something we probably don’t appreciate enough. Being part of a community so eager to perform acts of chesed for each other. In times of

The following was written seven years ago. It is being reprinted with gratitude to Hashem for all His chesed and bracha in the past, and

It’s fascinating how new words are constantly being added to our lingo, based on the advancements of technology. People casually speak about doing things that