As my father’s health deteriorated, I hoarded containers of his garlicky specialty in my refrigerator—hoping it might keep him, and our connection, alive
As an atheist, I needed to find my own way to observe Jewish rituals when my father died
As Yom Kippur approaches, finding comfort among the afflicted
Managing your relationships while mourning
After my father died, my synagogue struggled to fulfill my spiritual needs—and its own mission
The first Jewish sacred space to commemorate miscarriages, abortions, and stillbirths
My mother and I had different ideas about our Jewish identity. After she died, I had one more compromise to make.
I wanted to be comforted by friends, and to hear stories about my dad. The COVID pandemic made that impossible.
Attending a virtual shiva, I saw how Jewish traditions still hold up under the most extraordinary circumstances
When my shul closed during the pandemic, I lost the place where I usually commemorate my father’s death and say Kaddish for him
After giving birth to a stillborn baby, finding comfort in Jewish ritual and scripture
Nearly forty days after losing my dad to cancer, winning and losing seem less important than learning how to endure
How could I honor my father’s memory without denying how I felt about him? A ‘Yizkor’ prayer helped me find a way.
What a ‘death midwife’ has learned from the dead and dying
With his death, he ruined love. That’s the one thing I let myself be angry with him for.
A year ago, I skipped Thanksgiving. I didn’t realize I’d never see my father again.
Shabbat candles at havdalah and havdalah candles to commemorate death. It’s all wrong.
Saying kaddish for my father brought me into many minyans where I was the center of attention—even when I yearned for anonymity