We are all products of the triumphs and foibles of our parents. Perhaps one difference is that while some of us try our hardest to forget, others of us work just as hard to keep our memories alive.
Drinking used to bring me closer to G-d. Now it's being underslept.
Music came from him that had been born many generations ago.
It’s so easy to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. What if we hoisted it even higher and sang its praises?
I saw how they treated me, and then I saw the way they dealt with anyone that wasn't one of them. And so the bitterness set in.
History repeats itself in front of our eyes even as we yell, “Never again.”
How the Book Of Job helped me through my own grief after losing my daughter.
Do you recall a time when our roots were not entwined? Neither can I.