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I know. I know I’ve gone off script recently. This isn’t what you signed up for when you subscribed to a newsletter written by a dating coach. You came here for relationship advice, shidduch wisdom, maybe a few laughs about awkward first dates. And instead, lately, I’ve been taking you somewhere else entirely. I’ve been told by many people, people I respect, a business coach who knows what she’s talking about, that I need to stay focused. Stick to writing

There are times when life forces you into a bubble. In the bubble, regular life fades into the background. Work becomes something you can’t even think about. Plans stop mattering. The usual worries don’t fit in your head anymore. Your brain will not let you hold anything except the one thing that’s consuming your life right now. It’s like your mind becomes a one-room house. Nothing else matters. Sometimes the bubble is made of joy. A wedding. A new baby.

I could open a bookstore with the number of books I have. Every new book that comes out, I say to myself, “I need that one.” Every book on psychology, parenting, dating, marriage, life and every self-help concept, idea and topic, I own it. I know all the latest theories and perspectives. So, the question is, if I read so much, why was I feeling so down on myself? Why did I feel like I’m the worst spouse, mother, friend,

I recently rewrote a text about fifteen times before sending it. The text was: “Sounds good, thanks.” Three words. And I was editing it like it was a press release. Does it sound cold? Should I add an emoji? Is “thanks” weird? Will they think I’m being sarcastic? I was completely overthinking an insignificant text because I was worried about what the recipient would think. After fifteen revisions, I finally asked myself: Miriam, what are you doing? And I didn’t

You can want something with every fiber of your being and still not believe it’s actually coming. You can daven for marriage, cry for it, ache for it – and still not believe that it’s going to happen for you. That’s the gap. Wanting and believing. And it’s where many singles live. So, I’m not going to tell you, “It’ll happen when you least expect it.” I’m not going to tell you about my neighbor’s daughter who dated for fourteen years and now has six kids. I’m not

Life, if you think about it, is one long decision marathon. It starts first thing in the morning: hit snooze or be that responsible, on-time person you keep promising to become? Wear the black skirt… or the other black skirt? Eat breakfast or “accidentally” live on coffee again? At the supermarket, there are so many choices — Cheerios or corn flakes, Heinz or Hunt’s, Barilla or Ronzoni, aisle 4 or aisle 7? And of course, whichever line you choose, the other one will

My grandson said the cutest thing the other day. And not the usual “kids say funny things” kind of cute – I mean peak adorable. I asked him, “What are you going to get when you have your upsherin?” Without missing a beat, he said, “I’ll get a yarmulka, tzitzis, and a beard.” I burst out laughing. To him, of course, that made perfect sense. Every man in his life wears a yarmulka, tzitzis, AND has a beard. So naturally, they must be a

Most people think fight, flight, freeze, and fawn only happen in moments of real danger, but these reactions are triggered by feeling unsafe. For some, dating can feel that way, because emotional risk can trigger the same alarms as physical threat. It’s all the conflicting emotions. It’s the uncertainty. It’s the fear of being hurt or the panic of getting it wrong. So our bodies do what they’re trained to do: they protect us. Some daters go into fight mode — testing, analyzing, looking for red

What if the reason your dates keep failing has nothing to do with the other person? What if the biggest rejection in dating isn’t from other people, it’s the rejection you do to yourself before they ever meet you? Does this scenario sound familiar?  You’re on a date. They ask about your week. You answer with something short. They ask a follow-up question. You give another brief response. In your head, you’re screening every possible thing you could say, rejecting

I love when I take my own advice. For nearly two years, I lived and breathed my book, Finding Forever. My brain had one channel: book mode. I’d lose track of conversations as I mentally restructured sections, wake up at 3 AM with new chapter ideas, and write, rewrite, and rewrite again each paragraph, section, and chapter. Then came editing, cover design, marketing… and finally, there it was. My book. On shelves. Out in the world. And just like that, the one thing

It’s that time of year again. The day before Yom Kippur, and the words and melody of Kol Nidrei, so haunting and familiar, are ringing in my ears. The holiest day of the year begins with us asking to be released from our vows, from all the promises we made this past year. And as we stand there, we think about all the promises made and broken. Last Yom Kippur, we meant it. Every word of it. We were going

“Mikol melamdai hiskalti.” From all my teachers I gained understanding. You are all my teachers. I get many responses to my weekly emails, and they are usually complimentary and positive. I want to share a few of the responses that I received this week, and you will soon understand why. “Wow exactly what I needed to read now. Your emails have a special Siatta Dishmaya it’s almost creepy. Thank you so much!” “That article was perfect and beautiful. Thank you

I’m having a really hard time right now, and I figured I’d write about it. Maybe it’ll help me process what I’m feeling, or maybe someone else will relate. I don’t know—I just needed to put this somewhere. The Dread is Real Every year, my husband travels to Uman for Rosh Hashana. It’s become our annual separation that marks the beginning of the year. I’ve learned to navigate it, to count the days, to hold onto the knowledge that he’ll

I watched a hilarious clip from a show the other day that had me cracking up, but also made me think. Two couples are sitting around a dinner table, everyone relaxed and chatting. Then one of the husbands gets thirsty. Instead of asking for water, he just… tap tap taps on his glass with his finger. His wife immediately notices and smoothly reaches for the water pitcher, refilling his glass without even pausing her conversation. No big deal. A few minutes later,

I was watching my two-year-old grandson eat pizza the other day, and it was driving me crazy. The kid was doing everything wrong – he started with the crust, took random bites from the middle, and then licked the cheese off. Everything in me wanted to jump in and say, “No, no, no—that’s not how civilized people eat pizza! You start at the tip and work your way back, neat and proper.” Luckily, I stopped myself, because I realized he had

They say, “Dig the well before you are thirsty.” Or as JFK put it, “The best time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.” Benjamin Franklin reminded us that “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure” and warned that “by failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.” The message is clear: The smartest time to prepare for marriage is before you’re in it. And once you are in it, the same rule applies—you prepare today for the marriage you want tomorrow.

If you’ve been shidduch dating for what feels like forever, you know that sometimes the only way to stay sane is to find the humor in it all. When you’ve been through enough dates to write a dissertation on hotel lobby dynamics, and you’re still showing up with hope and a smile, you deserve some recognition. The dating process can be exhausting, overwhelming, and downright bizarre at times. But if you don’t laugh about it, you might just lose your

Time moves differently when you’re waiting. Scientists have proven that uncertainty makes minutes feel like hours, days feel like months. Your brain literally can’t process time normally when it doesn’t know when something will end. Every parent knows this secret: when you tell a child “five more minutes,” they can handle it. But say “we’ll leave soon,” and they fall apart. Humans crave endpoints. We can endure almost anything if we know when it stops. I’ve always wondered why the period between

Usually, this space is all about me sharing my thoughts, and I have plenty of those. But this week, I wanted to hear from you. What is on your mind? In your heart? I posted this on my status (I am sharing it for those who didn’t see it): I’m changing things up in my newsletter this week! Instead of MY thoughts taking up space in your inbox, I want to hear yours. What’s your story lately? What are you dealing with, feeling

We don’t get to choose what survives. For three weeks, flames consumed everything. The Bais Hamikdash—that magnificent building of carved cedar and gleaming gold, where Hashem’s presence dwelled among marble pillars and intricate tapestries—was reduced to ash and rubble. The Romans methodically destroyed every sacred vessel, every precious element, every carefully crafted detail that had taken years to build. They tore down the towering walls, scattered the stones, and left behind only devastation where once stood the most beautiful structure