Finding family
On the first Seder night, my daughter presented me with a picture I thought I would never see.
On the first Seder night, my daughter presented me with a picture I thought I would never see.
On May 14, 1948, in an underground floor in a building in Tel Aviv, away from the locked-down Jerusalem, in the midst of a battle with the Arab community in the land of Palestine, the state of Israel was declared.
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.
This past week, Erin Berger, Lindsay Fineman and I went on a study mission to Tallinn, Estonia; Riga, Latvia; and Budapest, Hungary, as part of our participation in National Young Leadership Cabinet, the premier leadership development program that educates and connects the next generation of global Jewish leaders and philanthropists.
Four years ago, Michelle Niedens, now director of the Cognitive Care Unit at the KU Medical Center’s Alzheimer’s Disease Research Center, said, “Wouldn’t it be great if our new airport was dementia-friendly?”
There are too many variables to guarantee an ideal Seder.
This is it; this is the week that gravity kicks in.
Parashat Tetzaveh has the unique distinction of being read every non-leap year immediately prior to Purim.
The recent appearance by renowned biblical scholar Robert Alter at the Kansas City Public Library gave a large in-person and Zoom audience dozens of delightful moments from a serious man nearing the end of a terrific and consequential career.