I will never forget the first Passover seder I ever attended. My friend Zwia, an elderly Holocaust survivor, asked me to be her driver and attend a seder at the Chabad. She prepared me for what to expect, and throughout the night, the beauties of the seder amazed me. I loved the interaction of the Rabbi's young children, including when they opened the door for Elijah. I'll never forget when we left after midnight that night how perfectly full the moon was in the clear night s

Holiday meals bring us face to face to one another and help create family traditions. Less about the food, it's more about the stories! At 2:00 that Friday afternoon, the train was full. Surrounding me were young moms and dads, strollers filled with toddlers and groceries, backpacks hanging on the handles. The air was charged with excitement, and as travelers disembarked. Hurried pushes and shoves were not rude, just time-pressured since in only a matter of hours, Shabbat