Beshert | At the Dance Redux
In the summer of 1986, Bari met her husband Marc at a club in the Hamptons. Their chance meeting reminds her of her parents’ love story.
Beshert | The Zoominar Did It
When I started hosting weekly zoominars for Moment at the start of the pandemic, I never could have imagined that it would bring my husband, Joe, closer to his birth mother.
Beshert | Hanukkah at the White House
With Hanukkah’s early arrival this year, I’m reminded of my first and last White House Hanukkah celebration thirteen years ago.
Beshert | The Photo That Captured Fate
Marion and Maury first met on a blind date in 1952—or so they thought. It wasn’t until after they were married that they discovered they had been photographed together years before.
Beshert | My Mother’s Love Song
Penny and Peter first met on a kibbutz in Palestine, where they both moved to escape the second World War. They were separated when she moved to England, only to be reunited years later, after he had become a famous singer in Israel.
Beshert | Three Strikes, You’re A Schlimazel
Living in New York City circa 1979-1980 was a test of fortitude, not the least of which involved the rats. The rat harvest was plentiful...
Beshert | From Longing to Belonging
As a young woman, Rabbi Judith Edelstein longed for a deeper connection to Judaism. She found it by chance when she picked up a flier at her son’s nursery school.
Beshert | Making a Shidduch
This was clearly a shidduch just waiting to happen. I knew nothing about Dina or Michael beyond what their fathers told me. But there were so many common threads: they were both in their early thirties, worked in the entertainment industry in L.A., and their parents wished they were more observant.
Beshert | Staying Connected: A Story in Three Generations
My father, Jack, escaped Nazi Germany in 1939, making a dangerous journey from Frankfurt via Belgium to New York. He met my mother, who had escaped Vienna, and they settled in Washington Heights in northern Manhattan.
Beshert | Putting the ‘Fall’ in ‘Falling in Love’
It was a time of innocence for first-generation American teenagers like my mother, Eleanor Wolin. The wars in Europe seemed far away.
Beshert | Misinformation
A delicious piece of misinformation had originated with that same taciturn scientist to whom I’d always shown only polite professionalism.
Beshert | Roadside Assistance
It happened shortly after 8 on a summer Sunday morning. I was driving on a rural section of Interstate 75 in Northern Michigan on my...