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Amy Lederman
Amy Lederman

IJN Columnist | Reflections

A treasure chest of family history

It all began in 2001 with my mother’s insatiable curiosity and desire to discover more about her background and family.  I had heard stories since I was a young girl...

The spirit of the vine

I recently spent five days hiking and biking through the Burgundy region of France, where my appreciation for the vineyards and vintners of that region was nothing short...

Finding meaning in life’s challenges

The number 40 in the Jewish tradition holds a unique spot in our history and collective psyche. The flood lasted for 40 days. Moses went up to the mountain to receive...

It’s all in the Dad-itude

My dad is a stand up kind of guy. Well, actually, at 98, he is more of a “sit down, I’m tired” kind of guy, but his attitude reflects that of someone much younger....

A time to celebrate ‘Dayenu ’ moments

PASSOVER EDITION 5777 SECTION C PAGE 19 Passover is a time of year when Jews tell the core narrative of the Jewish people which goes like this: We were slaves for over...

Where do I come from?

When my daughter Lauren was in kindergarten, the class took a trip to our local zoo to learn about animals. The children were treated to two beautiful, slightly unusual...

Am I my brother’s keeper?

I have always loved books. As a child, I treasured my hard-cover editions of Heidi, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm and Black Beauty and loved the nights when my mom and I...

What’s love got to do with it?

In 1984, after a stalled career and an abusive marriage, Tina Turner wrote her comeback smash hit “What’s Love Got to Do with It?” The song is actually an...

No regrets

It shouldn’t take a diagnosis of cancer or other life threatening illness to make us “wake up” to wanting to live our lives more fully. Yet, for many of us, the...

Judgments about others can change our world

My cell phone rings and Mom’s name flashes on the screen. “I’m ashamed of myself,” she whispers into the phone. “Oh, hi Mom, about what?” I ask. My mother...