Lieba Rudolph

I loved having young children, but I don't miss having to dress them up for Purim.

On my first trip to Israel in 1978, my traveling companion wanted to climb Mt. Sinai . . .

Many years ago I learned about the quality of bittul, which usually translates into words like “self-nullification,” “self-abnegation,” “humility,” words that didn’t even sound very Jewish to my untrained ear.

If a family tree falls in my e‑mail forest, it’s because I am meant to hear it. And, more importantly, to recognize where it really came from.

On Rosh Chodesh Kislev, late in 2008, the Chabad world was anguished when terrorists murdered Chabad-Lubavitch emissaries Rabbi Gavriel and Rivky Holtzberg in Mumbai, along with four guests in their Chabad House. Nothing about their killings could even po...

I’ve learned a lot of wonderful things about Him throughout the journey.

I’ve never actually had a conversation with an alien, but I do think I have some idea what it feels like to be one.

“You should do it. It’ll give you something to write about!” my husband’s cousin Rochel effused in her inimitable, hard-to-refuse way.

Even when I am feeling fearless, I often find myself asking what I should do with it.

The cameras were flashing as he and his extended arm bounced rhythmically from one person to the next.