As I write this, I’m thinking of my mother, wondering if she suffered the same “agonies”: happy anticipation with a good measure of fear as she awaited my arrival for…

So how many antisemites do we have to deal with this week? In my inbox, seven new ones! I name them as more warnings — while we’re observing the third…

I’m dedicating this column in memory of an old friend who passed away five years ago this week — the one I always kidded by telling him he was smart…

I recently asked you who read my columns to suggest topics you’d like explored. The first answer I received: a reminder that this is October, now titled Domestic and Family…

I write this on a nasty-looking day.  On my west window, I see spatterings of the rain that recently descended quite quickly, then departed the same way.  It’s the kind…

Here in my new home, I have with me the books that have meant the most to me in all my previous life. I moved about one-third of my personal…

An open letter to all my TJP readers:  People often ask me where and how I get ideas to keep up with writing a column like this every week —…

Fresh for you from Kol Nidre: Here’s my postscript to this year’s pandemically unusual High Holy Days: Many years ago, as a college senior, I was “pinned” (recognized in those…

What do you remember from your childhood High Holidays (“Holy Days”?) experiences? My memories are vivid: sometimes happy — sometimes funny — sometimes…well, I’ll let you decide… My mother always…

When I was a small child, my father — a doctor in general practice — volunteered for our local Jewish Community Center to do free physicals for kids who would…