Thirty days ago we cleaned our homes and souls of leaven, and matzahed our way through the week-long festival of Passover. And now, Pesach Sheni—a Second Passover!

By the time I got to college, I realized that the threshold for a guy to express his feelings was absurdly low. A text saying, “Hey, what’s up?” was the equivalent of a bouquet of roses.

It did not take long until they had dragged me before the town rabbi, demanding that I divorce my ‘wife.’

Some religious doctrines see marriage as a concession to human weakness. Nothing could be further from Jewish thought . . .

From my perspective as a family therapist, the greatest treasure in our Torah-inheritance is the instruction to free ourselves of anger and resentment...

Oy! That joke was schmutzik!