Like the love of a parent, grandparent to a child, never forget the God's love of each of us is even greater and deeper.

Our daughter Adina wed Moshe in January in Jerusalem. We wanted to celebrate in Stamford when they are both here for Passover to say “ Thank You!: for the role of our community in shaping who she is today. My remarks follow below and serve as a testament and love letter to the power o

I am grateful for the honor of speaking in West Orange this week in memory of Rabbi Marcus, whose impact lives in me and through me. Writing the tribute to him further crystallized a life lesson for me and all of us that we can each be one of the 36 righteous people on earth at any given moment. May his memory be for a blessing always.

This past Monday, I thought I was going through a door, but I hit a wall.

Make this New Year’s weekend the first of many weekends to pause and light. Turn off the outside world to turn on your inner world.

The last stop on our heritage journey to Poland two summers ago was to a small field an hour outside of Krakow with the unmarked graves of 800 children murdered by the Nazis for being Jewish. We visited many sites of atrocities during our trip, most notably the concentration camp Plaszow on the night of Tisha B'av, infamously featured in Schindler’s List and Tisha B’Av day at Auschwitz. Yet, the unmarked graves of 800 children were chosen as our last memory for an important reason that applies to each and every one of us.

Where have you lived during your life? Have you wished at times you were someplace else or do you embrace the place where you are? Have you ever found that at first you did not understand why you ended up somewhere, but over time realized that it was meant to be?