Nina Glick

I am writing this on what has been designated as Memorial Day. Today has been a typical day in most people’s lives. I was amazed when I heard people joking as they greeted each other with “Happy Memorial Day.” As Jews, we more than others should take the time to think about the young men […]

Our family has been on the receiving line of BVAC services. I know that we are not alone. At the time of a health emergency and calling 911 we had no idea what to expect when the team from BVAC appeared. Nothing could have been more reassuring than having a professional group of medics rush in who were well aware that it was Yom Tov. They immediately took over and tended to my husband in more than a professional manner. On the side they were able to appease our concerns and worries before transporting him to the hospital. On one occasion when we needed to call them on Rosh Hashanah they joked with my husband about stopping the ambulance off near the water to do tashlich.

In February, The Jewish Link introduced the community to one of its youngest entrepreneurs. Matan Moskowitz, a eighth-grade student who had created and opened his very own Matan’s Creamery right here in Bergenfield. This young man no doubt is going places! He already supplies Grand & Essex with his flavorful chalav yisrael ice cream. Yet, […]

Every once in a while I meet people who kindly offer suggestions about topics that I should write about in this column. Several days ago, while “manning” The Jewish Link booth at KosherPalooza, a woman approached me to suggest a topic which she finds extremely challenging.

Want to go to Paris? Feel like mountain climbing in the Pyrenees? Want to walk through an old town with cobblestone streets and cafes lining every side of the Grande Allee? Save yourself a ton of money and visit Canada, and in this case, the beautiful city of Montreal. Many may not be aware of the fact that for every U.S. dollar you spend in Canada you are actually getting $1.30.

Just four years ago our grandson Eyal Kinderlehrer celebrated his bar mitzvah with a minyan of 11 men in the family's backyard. I don't think there were more than six women. We celebrated the “man of the hour,” shepped nachas from him and sat down to a lovely luncheon outside under the shade of a large tree. On the Friday afternoon prior to Shabbat, Eyal stood outside of his home and watched his friends drive by to say “mazel tov,” and each one received a package of doughnuts glazed with his picture on them. What a great celebration.

Am I the only one who cracked up when I heard the name of the category 5 hurricane which recently arrived on the shores of the Caribbean, then moved on to the Yucatan Peninsula and the Gold Coast, and who knows where and when it will make landfall? Who picked the name Beryl? There had […]

I had a rude awakening this morning as I ran into Dunkin' to get a coffee. A lady was sitting at a high table by herself watching the scene when she suddenly looked at me and said, “You are 70 aren't you?” I was slightly shocked by her inappropriateness, reminding myself that there are all kinds of people in the world and I said, “Yes, I am 70!” It sort of jolted me into reality. I rarely think about what age I look. I try to dress nicely and appropriately for whatever occasion it may be. I do not put a significant amount of time into making sure that I am in style with everything that I wear. But I do enjoy being complimented if I am looking especially nice (who doesn't?).

I have declared quite frequently what I think of the dating scene today and how I feel for the young men and women who are encouraged to meet through shadchanim. I doubt I will ever change my opinion on that subject. Watching young men and women dressing in their finest clothes while attending a wedding and then seated at separate tables and in many cases with a mechitza between them does not sit well with me. What a waste of time spent making up one's face and doing one's hair.

When I heard the news on Motzei Shabbat, I felt as though my breath was taken away. They, our sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, were still alive after all this time, so close to being found alive, and the animals went in and slaughtered them, days, hours maybe, before they might have been saved. Hashem, you've got me. I try so hard to daven each day and believe in your ways. I have had hard times when I challenged your wisdom and convinced myself that the only way to get through life was to have total emunah and bitachon. Over and over I have told myself, “No, Nina, you are not meant to understand the ways of Hashem.” This, however, was just so painful.