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Amy Lederman
Amy Lederman

IJN Columnist | Reflections

Finding a path to forgiveness

ROSH HASHANAH EDITION 5777 SECTION D On a chilly day in February over a decade ago, I drove my mother to the hospital to visit her only sister, Emily. My mother was...

Shabbat beckons us: ‘Let our burdens go!’

Recently, I heard a talk on stress management where the lecturer, holding a glass of water, asked: “How heavy is this glass of water?” The audience called out...

The gift of the hummingbird

I have become aware of many things since my husband died. At first, it had to do with the content of my dreams, visual images and messages that brought me closer to...

The Taming of the Screw

I never really wanted to learn how to change the water filter underneath the kitchen sink or backwash the swimming pool. I definitely wasn’t interested in fixing the...

The Western Wall at sunrise

When I went to the Wall at sunrise

The first time I fully experienced the glorious holiday of Shavuot was a balmy June night in Jerusalem. Determined to celebrate the ritual of tikkun leil Shavuot ...

Flying high and judging fairly

I TRAVEL by air quite a bit and to be honest, it isn’’t fun. Besides the stress of getting to the airport in sufficient time to remove half the clothing I put on...

Me, Passover and Bobby McGee

The year was 1968: the Vietnam War was raging, psychedelic music and drugs were “in,” Marin Luther King was assassinated a week before President Johnson signed the...

Living with, and without, Aunt Gen

I ARRIVED in Tucson on July 3, 1976, with nothing but a backpack, post-college dreams and a lot of sand in my shoes. The three months it took me to hitchhike from...

Rosh Chodesh: More than just a ‘girl’ thing

On a warm August evening in 1997, I attended my first Rosh Chodesh group in Jerusalem to celebrate the cycle of the new moon. I entered the candlelit apartment, filled...

Finding our Jewish roots through nature

ON A hot August day in 1959, I sat cramped in the back seat of our Thunderbird between suitcases, pillows and my annoying 13-year-old brother for what seemed like the...