Reflections
A treasure chest of family history
Amy LedermanJul 27, 2017
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
Amy LedermanJun 08, 2017
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
Amy LedermanMay 25, 2017
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 […]
It’s all in the Dad-itude
Amy LedermanApr 20, 2017
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. He...
A time to celebrate ‘Dayenu ’ moments
Amy LedermanApr 06, 2017
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 […]
Where do I come from?
Amy LedermanFeb 09, 2017
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?
Amy LedermanFeb 02, 2017
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?
Amy LedermanJan 19, 2017
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 anti-love...
No regrets
Amy LedermanDec 29, 2016
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,...
Judgments about others can change our world
Amy LedermanDec 08, 2016
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...