The Never-Ending Process of Mourning

The Never-Ending Process of Mourning

I was cleaning out a closet in my house when I pulled out a tub of crocheted items and felt a lump lodge in my throat. My father—who would have turned 70 this week but succumbed to pancreatic cancer in 2004—had made the items for me and my daughters during my...

I’m Such a Jew

There are some who vehemently argue that we humans are not related to chimpanzees. Or fish. Or amoeba. I would argue that there is one quality our mammalian cousins possess that we could only dream of having—great memory*. I am a Jew though. Not biologically. Not with...