By Rabbi Rachel Esserman
Years ago, I developed my own definition of happiness. The reason behind defining the term was that, at that time, many people were talking about their search for happiness, as if happiness were some object they could find if they only looked hard enough. For me, ha…
By Rabbi Rachel Esserman
“Whether it’s a conservative pundit saying retirement “is a stupid idea” or GOP presidential candidate Donald Trump talking about cutting Medicare and Social Security, one thing is clear: Republicans rightly recognize that all us Americans would be better of…
By Rabbi Rachel Esserman
I’m feeling totally uninspired and wondering why since I usually have more ideas for this column than I can write. Maybe it’s the cough that has taken up residence in my throat and doesn’t want to leave. Perhaps it’s political overload: even the most outrage…
By Rabbi Rachel Esserman
Am I the only person who hates self-checkout machines? My reasons are personal, at least at the grocery store. 1) The movement from cart to the self-checkout bothers my back. Grocery shopping is difficult enough without having it cause physical pain, in addition to …
By Rabbi Rachel Esserman
I remember the first time I accepted the label “disabled.” When I had what I now think of as my final drop in hearing, I continued to search for a medical solution. What I did not yet realize – or maybe was just unwilling to admit – was that I had a permanen…
