When my children grow up, I imagine that one day we’ll look at the old photos and tell them about the places where we lived.

“All’s well that ends well” is one of many pithy maxims that enter our world from the backdoor of Western culture. Most aphorisms seem harmless enough, but to examine more closely: If it ends well, then is it all good?

No matter how great your accomplishments, your greatest legacy is your children.

Rabbi Brander on the tragic aftermath of the First Temple destruction.

Cohen saunters over to Finkelstein and in a hushed tone asked, "Nit oif Shabbos g'redt, (It's not really Shabbat-like speech, but ..) do you know anybody who has a car for sale? My clunker just died."

During wartime, a certain individual would come to the country’s border with a wheelbarrow full of dirt. The border guard looked at the man’s papers and all was in order for him to cross. But the guard was certain the man was smuggling some sort of contraband.

Following the recent flotilla fiasco facing the IDF last week, Israelis are wondering: Is everyone crazy? How is it that only we can appreciate the missiles raining down from Gaza, even today?

A well known mishna frames our parsha – the classic section of the Korach dispute [Pirkei Avos, 5:20]