When I wanted to say kaddish for my mother, I found that my options as a woman were limited—and less than welcoming
Growing up, I always wished I had someone else for a mom. But after my mother died, I finally came to appreciate what she’d taught me.
I sat ‘shiva.’ I said ‘Kaddish.’ Then I saw a Broadway musical.
Bob Morris, author of the new memoir Bobby Wonderful: An Imperfect Son Buries His Parents, has created an online museum for your parents’ things—and he wants your submissions.
The final seven episodes of the AMC series begin on a very Jewish note
Trying to understand this baffling story, which we read on Yom Kippur, gave me insights into my mother’s death
Don’t think about mourning, this is something to celebrate!
After my child died, I reconnected with God through prayer—which is the point of Kaddish, on both sides of the mechitza
Two Jewish women launched Modern Loss to help twenty- and thirtysomethings start a new conversation about struggling with grief
Mourning for my mother saw me through anger, doubt, and numbness—and brought me closer to her
I thought Jewish law left no role for me to grieve when my fiancé’s brother died. Now, I finally can.
A Holocaust survivor, she nurtured me with silence. This Mother’s Day, I’ll mourn for her—quietly.
For years, I tried to forget my mother’s suicide. Then a yahrzeit notice made me face the past.
When a mother succumbs to cancer in old age, and a father faces his own mortality, a son is reminded of the blessings of a good shiva