The first five years of my marriage I would ask my new husband things like, “What’s the hardest part of your life right now?” or “Do you remember your first broken heart?”

The nation and the world seemed to be caught up in continual strife, conflict and despair that never let up.

“Have you ever lived on an island?” I poured the rum, dealt the cards and pondered the question.

When we gather at the Hebrew Center this Friday night at 5:30 p.m. for the seventh night of Hanukkah, each person will light seven small candles.

When I met Johnny Mayhew, my future husband, he had just returned to Brown University to finish his education after three and a half years as a World War II Navy fighter pilot in the Pacific.

Twas Christmastime so Santa Claus was readying his pack, And filling it with candy canes and holly and knickknacks.