Don’t Get Smashed on Purim
by Emuna BravermanGetting rip-roaring drunk misses the whole point of Purim.
Getting rip-roaring drunk misses the whole point of Purim.
With too many variables and unknowns, how do I know what’s right for you, your husband or your child?
I’ve been violating every marriage and parenting principle I know.
Are parents afraid to teach their young kids values and proper behavior in a clear, unambiguous manner?
What you say and how you say it make a huge difference, especially in marriage.
Every person has their unique light to bring forth to the world.
What is driving this kind of insane indulgence?
We seem to be living in a world of increasing indifference and selfishness.
I was shocked to discover how much I care about what people say about me on Facebook.
The stranger who yelled at my husband and the perils of misjudging others.
How to inject meaning and purpose in your holiday while shopping and cooking.
This Rosh Hashanah, I’m working on overcoming my worry and genuinely trusting the Almighty.
Don’t sell yourself short. Going to that wedding or shiva house does make a real difference.
God, my son’s Israeli commander and preparing for Rosh Hashanah.
If it’s not going to appear on my tombstone, it’s not going to appear on my bucket list.
Taken out for dinner by friends, what would you do if your child ordered a very expensive bottle of wine?
Eating at a restaurant of staying at a hotel does not entitle us to take their bathroom fixtures.
Holding on to our sense of curiosity and awe, because it opens our minds and links us to the Almighty.
My recent trip to London gave me a glimmer of understanding of what the monarchy means.
A recent Shabbos experience in Europe reminded how privileged it is to be a part of the Jewish nation.
It’s hard to imagine that it was once considered undignified to talk about food. Maybe we are missing something.
Embracing the uncomfortable realization that we are never fully in control.
Whether it’s who I know, what I know or what I’ve accomplished – just tell me I matter.
With all its inherent pain, most couples do not treat divorce cavalierly.
What are we teaching our kids when parents are screaming and cursing during a soccer match?
If we will really invest, we will come to care – about anything.
I don’t long for the days of pogroms and poverty. But I do miss not having all my kids and grandkids living nearby.
If ever there were a time for zeal and over-preparation, Passover is it.
There are people in need at every place, at any time, and we can’t ignore them.
Three timely lessons about kindness, taught by Uber drivers (really).
We may not be able to control our instinctive response but we can prevent it from coming to fruition.
There is a point where we are too busy trying out the Peanut Butter Chocolate Pretzel hamantashen that we forget the purpose of the holiday.
There is always something or someone over my head.