I remember hearing about an interesting custom of some New York Jewish families to keep small rocks from Jerusalem in a cup for display in the house. The rocks remind us that we are still, by and large, a displaced people. The conditions and results of our various travels actually make us an

The following is a short parable/ story I wrote. It explores the weight of our choices and also depicts the sometimes-latent human strength that

The days of awe are marked by judgment, but how do I prove that I have free choice? You may say that you know you have choice because you have the

What is bravery? And who are the brave? As a young boy growing up, I would often look forward to hearing my grandfather recount stories of his