health

In April 2015, when I was 15 years old, I learned that my grandfather had taken his own life after fighting with anxiety and depression for many years.

I am a lawyer. I graduated Harvard law school and have practiced law for major corporations and large law firms.

A recent experience at the gym reminded me that, far too often, my own self-centeredness blinds me to my abundant blessings.

On the night of January 21, 2005, a drunk driver paralyzed me. I was 21 and just starting my music career.

I speak about my BRCA-related cancer to synagogue groups, Jewish day schools, and women who ask. I will continue to shout about it until everyone knows who is at risk.

Created in the Divine image, we are obligated to take care of the sacred gift of our bodies by watching how we treat them, what we do to them, and what we put into them.

Yom Kippur is the holiest day of the Jewish year, but for those of us who struggle with eating disorders or disordered eating, it can be one of the most challenging.

Who shall live, and who shall die? During this season, it is a topic to which we give much thought.

The Jewish mystics also understood that adversity, even tragedy, can hold the key to discovering one’s divine mission or calling.

April is Parkinson’s Awareness Month, and – in honor of the one million people living with Parkinson’s disease in the United States – I want to share my story.