After my first viewing of Groundhog Day, I have of late had the desire to watch it again. That opportunity came on my recent flight back from India, where it appeared among the options for the long journey home. Fifteen years later, I returned to it—familiar with the storyline, of course—but discovering far more meaning than before. For those who may not know or remember, Groundhog Day tells the story of a man who wakes up to the same set of events every single day. The day r

It happened in the most ordinary of moments, on my drive home after grocery shopping at Patel’s, where I go for my Indian vegetables and spices. The store had been playing familiar Bollywood melodies, creating a little pocket of India in Morton Grove as shoppers filled their carts. I walked back to my car with that satisfaction you feel when you know your refrigerator and pantry will be well stocked for the days ahead, still humming a song that had floated into my ears while

Christmas and Hanukkah are around the corner—two bright traditions arriving side by side. When holidays converge, they offer humanity a quiet invitation to revisit the roots of our faith. Just as birthdays help us renew our relationship with ourselves, and anniversaries help us reflect on the bonds we share with those we love, sacred holidays call us to reconnect with the heart of what we trust. Whether one calls it God, Spirit or the Universe —or, like the atheist, places tr