This year, Father’s Day falls on June 17th, just two days before the 17th anniversary of my father’s death.

I call myself a second-generation feminist, and when I do so, I’m thinking of my mom.

Pride. When we are aware of our own dignity and worth; when we feel deep pleasure from our own and others’ achievements; when we delight in who we are and what we do. Pride.

In a blog post last week Gabrielle Orcha asked, "What about the Jewish father? ... Who is he really?"

Thank goodness, it’s almost Father’s Day! Which means the pressure is off, at least for a day, to please mom. Whew!

This year’s White House celebration of Jewish American Heritage month was a simpler affair than in years past. The program was President Obama, and his remarks were brief.

As you know if you read the Jewish Women’s Archive blog, May is Jewish American Heritage Month (JAHM).

This month marks 40 years since the ordination of the first woman rabbi in America. And the Reform Movement is doing some serious celebrating.

It's about yogurt, too!

“It’s funny how practices that seem way out in one generation become so commonplace in another that people wonder what took so long.

One hundred and ten years ago today, something surprising happened. Jewish immigrant housewives in New York City—concerned and angry about a sharp rise in the price of kosher meat from 12 cents to 18 cents per pound—launched a kosher meat boycott that lasted nearly a month, spread to several other boroughs of New York, sparked violent riots and arrests, and attracted much media attention before ending with the successful lowering of meat prices.

Judaism is rooted in our people’s ability to tell a good story.

I am a lucky girl. I have two women who I call mom. Well, one I call mommie and the other emma (Hebrew for mother), but that’s just semantics.