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Originally appeared in the Jewish Press media2 on February 10 2010. Click here to see the original article.

"Do Not Be Scornful of Any Person And Do Not Be Disdainful of Anything, For You Have No Person Without His Hour And No Thing Without Its Place."

Dan was working as an intern at a prestigious Manhattan hospital and often spent Shabbos with my family. As we got to know him, I saw he was a real gem and I set him up with every smart, beautiful woman I could find in NYC. He dated and dated and dated my matches for two years. Nothing!

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Originally appeared in the Jewish Press media2 on August 5 2009. Click here to see the original article.

Matchmaking requires determination and persistence; sometimes, I have to work a little harder, to think and strategize, to provide coaching and advice. But I never lose sight of the fact that every pot has a lid. Sometimes I have to try several different lids to find the one that fits, but I know thata manufacturer wouldn't make a pot without a lid.  Some pots are difficult to find lids for. Some are uniquely shaped, and some don't know that they want to be covered. 
 

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Originally appeared in the Jewish Press media2 on June 3rd 2009. Click here to see the original article.

About 10 years ago, I went to Israel for a brief visit and met up with the Kuper family, old friends I hadn't seen for many years.
 
As soon as they saw me, they pounced, as if I was an angel who had come to redeem them. "You're a matchmaker! You know a lot of people! We hear that you're good at it! Everyone is talking about you! We have a daughter who is 28.  She goes out on dates, but hasn't found the right one yet! It's crazy out there!"
 

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Originally appeared in the Jewish Press media2 on August 6 2008. Click here to see the original article.

One Friday afternoon, I was rushing around my kitchen, preparing for Shabbat, when the phone rang. "Hello?" I tucked the phone between my ear and shoulder and continued chopping onions. But the voice on the other end made me pause. It was Susan, a thirty-three-year-old doctor I know from my lectures. She sounded like she was crying. I set the knife down on the cutting board and sat at my kitchen table. "What's going on?" I asked.

 

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