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Jewish Spiritual ParentingRabbi Kipnes’ new book — co-authored with his wife, Michelle November, MSSW — is available now. How do we guide children to be spiritually balanced, emotionally whole, Jewishly connected individuals? |
Latest Blog Posts
Fires, Shootings, Unfenced Roofs, and Uncovered Pits: Lessons from Torah in the Face of Increasing Danger
October 13, 2019A year after the Borderline shooting and the SoCal fires, we reflect on the first person experiences, and explore Torah’s insistence that we take action in the face of danger, including mass shootings and changes in climate. Read more
Don’t Wait: Lessons from My Father-in-Law Murray November
October 13, 2019Don’t Wait: Lessons from my father-in-law Murray Novembert. (Yom Kippur sermon) Read more
You Won’t Be There these High Holy Days
October 8, 2019A poem about facing the moments over the High Holy Days – small but meaningful – when my dad won’t be there. Read more
Lazy Mourning Morning
October 8, 2019A poem about those moments when I’m not feeling the sadness in the midst of the mourning. Read more
A Friend’s Shiva Visit
October 8, 2019Poem about when a friend visited me during my dad’s shiva. Read more
Standing for Kaddish That First Time
September 9, 2019Standing for Kaddish that first time is surreal. This poem captures the multitude of feelings as I stood in temple to recite Kaddish for my father Ken Kipnes. Read more
I Guess. I am. Still. a Mourner. (Thirty days since Dad Died)
September 9, 2019I am still a mourner. A poem about how my body – tears, trembling shoulders, welling up of emotions – remind me that I am still a mourner. Remembering my father, Ken Kipnes. Read more
Seeking a Minyan in Disneyland (or) Kaddish In a Small World
September 1, 2019Where do I find a minyan in Disneyland when I need to say Kaddish for my father? Outside It’s a Small World, after all! There, my students ensured I had a community for Kaddish. Read more
Low Level Sadness, the Mourning Heart’s Guest
September 1, 2019Low level sadness, right beneath the surface, is the constant guest in the heart and mind of the mourner. This poem reflects those feelings during shloshim for my father, Ken Kipnes, Papa. Read more