Archive for May 30, 2014

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The Ideal Jewish Marriage

BH I have a bad habit. Now you already know from my willingness to disclose it that it’s not that bad. But, still, ever since I was a young girl, I have not been able to kick the tendency to manicure my cuticles with my mouth. So without sharing any disgusting details, let me just share that last Yom Kippur, as I felt truly inspired to get closer to G-d in a measurable way, I committed myself to stopping. For real this...

What are we afraid of?

BHI went with my daughter Mushkie for a sonogram shortly before her baby was born. The technician coordinated the procedure with two-handed dexterity, maneuvering the scanner, clicking the keyboard, pressing the pedal, directing the arrow on the screen to point out parts of a face, first a nose and then an eye socket.But I couldn’t see what she meant; all I saw was a blur of black on white or maybe it was white on black, definitely not a face.“Is...

Hello, my name is….

BH Almost two years ago exactly, my father went into the hospital. His behavior had become extremely bizarre after he increased the dosage of the medicine he took to treat his Parkinson’s disease. It was frightening to hear his delusions; he needed to be strapped down after he became combative. My siblings and I apologized sheepishly to the nurses for his outbursts, although they seemed entirely unfazed by them. To them, it was simple chemistry; too much medicine causes temporary...

Confessions of an Evolving Jew

B”H I still don’t understand the meaning of those refrigerator magnets that pronounce, “Happiness is being a grandmother.” I am eternally grateful for the blessing of bubbehood, but how could it be that something not in our control holds the key to fulfillment? If I made a magnet, it would say, “Happiness is being an evolving Jew.” Really. To me, there is nothing more satisfying than being able to clear away or climb over the obstacles that keep me from...

I Feel Bad for Donald Sterling

B”H I’m not ashamed to admit that I love to read obituaries. Even if one isn’t all that interesting, at least it’s short. And they’re written for the uninitiated so they’re easy to understand. And they confirm an essential truth about life: it isn’t over til it’s over. The problem is that we never know when it will be over. But, until then, anything is possible. Whenever I talk about the future, I always add the qualification that Moshiach’s arrival...