Eight months of taking my mom to synagogue with me each Shabbat ended as abruptly as it started. It was this thought that struck me so...

Each time I walk Mom home from synagogue and see her safely to her door, I am tinged with sadness. I know I’m doing the right thing by...

Two weeks since I last wrote and my mom is still ill. She has a urinary tract infection that won't go away. She's been on three types of...