Why a Torah Lens Is the Only Way to See the World Clearly It happened at a startup event. I was a startup founder eager to learn.A well-known venture capitalist was giving a talk—brilliant, experienced, confident. He was sharing powerful tips about growing a business, the kind of insight people pay thousands to hear. But…
It starts with who—and what—you surround yourself with. Every morning, I get to live what feels like the dream. I head to shul a bit early for Shacharit. And I don’t rush out. After davening, I stay. I do Shnayim Mikra, say some Tehillim, whisper a few extra tefilot, and then sit down to learn—with…
Have you ever found yourself stuck in a loop, focusing on what’s wrong instead of celebrating what’s right? For years, that was me. If something didn’t go as planned, it would consume my thoughts. I could have a hundred things going well, but one small problem would grab my attention and pull me down. But…
Chanuka always seems to fly by, doesn’t it? One moment, we’re excitedly setting up our menorahs and spinning dreidels, and the next, we’re lighting the last candle and realizing it’s all coming to an end. It was fun while it lasted—the lights, the songs, the donuts—but there’s so much more to Chanuka than the celebration…
In this week’s Parsha, Toldot, Yitzchak Avinu asks Eisav, “V’asei li matamim ka’asher ahavti”—make me delicacies like what I love—not just food, but delicious, enjoyable dishes. At first glance, this might seem surprising. Why would Yitzchak, one of our greatest spiritual leaders, place so much focus on the pleasure of food before giving the brachot?…
In this week’s parsha, Chayei Sarah, Avraham Avinu instructs Eliezer his servant, to find a wife for his son Yitzchak. Immediately before this story, the Torah states that Hashem blessed Avraham “bakol”—with everything. Rashi explains that the gematria (numerical value) of bakol is the same as the word ben, “son” (52). This teaches us that…
The Blame Game: A Habit from Childhood When I was a kid, if I stubbed my toe or dropped something, the first thing I’d do was look around for the closest person to blame. It was almost automatic. Maybe you can relate—it’s the instinct to believe we’re perfect and any mishap couldn’t possibly be our…