Today I want to celebrate my incredible father, Mendek Rubin. Last week was the tenth anniversary of his passing, and tomorrow would have been his 98th birthday. When I think of my dad now, what I remember most vividly is his boundless, unbridled joy.
Read MoreToday is my father’s birthday. If Mendek were alive, he’d be turning 97. I’ve been thinking about him so much lately: recalling his wisdom, joy, and sweetness, pondering his lineage and legacy. I am just finishing a project that has taken close to two years to complete—a family tree that starts with my great-grandparents in Jaworzno, Poland, and goes all the way to the present.
Read MoreMy father believed that shallow breathing was “endemic to our day and age”—an indication of how much tension we hold in our bodies and how often we routinely suppress our feelings. He was convinced that changing how we breathe can lead directly to deep relaxation and profound healing.
Read MoreMy father, Mendek Rubin, grew up in a devout Hassidic community in a small town in Poland where strict adherence to ancient Jewish laws and customs defined virtually every aspect of life.
Read MoreThis Father’s Day feels extra special to me, and no wonder—the book my dad and I posthumously collaborated on for so many years is finally out in the world. I feel his joy and can see his radiant smile!
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