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  The Jewish holiday of Rosh Hashanah began at sunset tonight. It is the time of year in which those who follow the faith tradition step into a new year. It also is considered the first of the Days of …Read More

  I was raised in the Jewish faith tradition, going to synagogue every Friday night with my parents and sisters for as long as I can remember. Rituals for various holidays, including kindling Shabbos candles, creating the Passover seder and …Read More

  Around 3 something this morning, I  woke up with a prayer running through my mind. I assured myself initially that I would remember it when I was more lucid and my eyes were open. Uh uh. “Get up, woman. You …Read More

This oft-spoken statement rippled through my mind yesterday as I was with people whose daughter/niece/granddaughter had died 11 years ago, at age five, of a brain tumor. Throughout the day, I also chanced to speak with others who had either lost …Read More

Yesterday a group of family, friends, and strangers to each other gathered in the sanctuary of an Episcopal church in New Jersey to bid farewell to someone dear to us. By the time the service was complete and we meandered …Read More

From the moment we take our initial breath outside the womb, life proceeds along the inevitable journey to return us to the Source. Religious scholars and philosophers muse about what that looks like. For some, it is a Paradise beyond …Read More

Sitting in my comfy cozy bed on November 1st, 2018, pondering, as I do every day, the state of the world into which I was born 60 years ago. In my childhood, I felt safe and protected by loving parents, …Read More

I am sitting cross-legged in bed on a morning set aside from others in the Jewish religion in which I was raised. As a child, at this point in the day, I would be in synagogue, wearing a dress, knee socks …Read More

A few years ago, I wrote a Bliss Blog about the difference between being ‘God-fearing’ vs. ‘God-loving’. It was based on a roadside encounter I had with a police officer who came to my rescue when I ran out of …Read More

  I love to ponder the thread that connects people and events. Roll back the clock to 1972. Sitting on a wooden slatted bench, painted blue if memory serves, two chlorinated, sun-burned latex bathing-suited 14-year-olds struck up a conversation. Swimming on …Read More