Hello from Sunny Florida! I hope you had a wonderful Pesach celebration and that you're now counting the days (Sefirat HaOmer) between Pesach and Shavuot, the holiday where we celebrate…

I have been thinking a lot about community lately. Maybe it’s because this past Shabbat the message of the Torah portions was all about the importance of community. Perhaps it’s because this past Shabbat we attended the Bar Mitzvah where the people in attendance represented Jews from all over Denver

This week we will be celebrating the holiday of Purim.  A time for celebration, music, joy, happiness, fun, food and costumes. We are commemorating that Hashem saved the Jewish people from death and in a moment Haman's plan was turned upside down.

This essay is adapted from an excerpt from an article that appeared in Jewish Action magazine by Dr. Jeanne Abrams

I have been struggling to write this email. Do I write about this week's Parsha - and talk about the garments that the Kohanim (High Priests) wore in the Holy Temple, and the meaning and lessons we can derive from those garments? Or do I write about the upcoming holiday of Purim or the special Torah portion we read the Shabbat before Purim about Amalek? While there is so much I could say about each of those topics, I ultimately chose to write about an experience I had this past Shabba

When I came downstairs on Shabbos morning, my 3 year old showed me excitedly what she found in the kitchen drawer.  It was a lavender colored flower shaped cookie cutter.  She was over the moon with joy.  “Mommy, let’s make cookies!” She wanted to use it right away.  I had a dilemma.  We don’t make cookies on Shabbos

A cold, rainy, and windy day. Sounds like a good time to stay home and curl up with a book and a hot drink, right? That's not what 250 women did this past week. Instead, they traveled by bus, car, or foot to come and learn Torah from two dynamic, smart, and engaging women Torah scholars.

It was one of those days when the typical morning routine suddenly wasn't typical.  It began with a leaky ceiling that led to a broken garbage disposal and cupboard full of water.  As the day progressed it was fraught with lost gloves, windshield wipers that had seen better days, an unexpectedly broken rear view mirror and finally the clothes dryer making a "klunking noise."  Exasperated I said a quick prayer for patience and strength and then felt a little sheepish for asking for the mundane when certainly Hashem was busy with bigger and better things.  I took a deep breath, tried to  find my center, and then recalled a beautiful idea.