What a son’s suicide—and his grandfather’s Holocaust experience—taught one family about life
A story of life in the Warsaw Ghetto, on Yom HaShoah
When my dachshund Ginger died, I went to services to mourn—and it gave me a new appreciation for Judaism
I never got to meet my grandmother, but the place I feel closest to her has always been her yahrzeit plaque in our synagogue
Shielding kids from the Yizkor memorial service, or death in general, is misguided—as children’s books suggest
I thought Jewish law left no role for me to grieve when my fiancé’s brother died. Now, I finally can.
Today on Tablet
On Yom Kippur, a day of remembrance, offering a blessing for the life and death of books
My father would chant Torah on Rosh Hashanah’s second day—the binding of Isaac. The holiday reminds me of him and his beloved Mahler symphonies.
The grand legacy of Yizkor books