A memory of a mohel
Marvin Fremerman of Springfield, Missouri, recalls a memorable mohel experience.
Marvin Fremerman of Springfield, Missouri, recalls a memorable mohel experience.
This week, we finish Vayikra, the third book of the Torah, and not on the happiest note.
Sybil Kaplan, journalist, author, compiler, editor and former Kansas Citian, now lives in Israel and had a chance encounter at a Jerusalem bus stop.
On April 20, I, along with my family, had the privilege of attending the National Days of Remembrance ceremony at the U.S. Capitol in Washington, D.C.
The issue needs to be heard. Over and over again, the same news is seen and nothing is being taken care of to fix this problem that we have in our society.
Last week we [at Hyman Brand Hebrew Academy] acknowledged Yom HaShoah, the memorial for the millions of Jews killed in the Holocaust.
Many years ago, when I resided in Kansas City, Missouri, I was co-owner of an ad agency, and it was my job, among other things, to interview potential new employees.
On the first Seder night, my daughter presented me with a picture I thought I would never see.
Preparing for Passover is always a time of reflection, of gratitude for my freedom and opportunity, and of thoughts about how to move from whatever narrow place I’m stuck at.
Last week we started a new book of the Torah, and the text took a turn into a whole new direction.