Archive for November 27, 2014

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Girl Gone Hyper

B”H I started writing this post in my head at around four in the morning. I don’t necessarily recommend trying to get this way but sometimes, hyper happens. Food becomes secondary. Sleep is interrupted by thoughts of things to do. The reason for this is I am totally focused on the Chabad women’s convention, happening in Pittsburgh from December 12th to the 14th. When the decision was made to host this convention, we Pittsburgh women knew we were already way behind schedule....

I’m Changing My Identity

B”H I like change, even thrive on it. As a teenager, my biggest fear about adulthood was that it would be boring. Thank G-d, that has not been a problem. And just over a year ago, along came an aha! moment when blogging became an obvious, even essential, change. I know four zillion other people are blogging, but no one is saying what I’m saying in the way that I’m saying it. And so I began. I am unafraid to...

When Tears Wouldn’t Come

B”H What a difference a day makes. I had actually written something on Monday…it was honest, meaningful, basically more of my struggle to be a more G-dly person. But then came Terror Tuesday. What on earth is there to say after seeing a picture of a Jewish man lying dead on the floor of a Jerusalem synagogue, covered in his blood-soaked prayer shawl, his tefillin still strapped to his arm? I studied the picture, even zoomed in closer. Pools of...

A Place I Never Saw Changed My Life

BH It may sound like an exaggeration, but I really do divide my life into “before” and “after” the terror attacks in Mumbai. The event struck me as a cosmic “moment of truth”– for reasons known only to G-d, Rabbi Gavriel Holtzberg and his wife Rivky were murdered in their Chabad House on Rosh Chodesh Kislev, November 28th, 2008. Along with four of their guests, they were killed because they were Jews, which means that they died al kiddush Hashem,...

Maybe Religion Really Is the Problem

BH At our Shabbos table last week, my husband Zev and son Izzy were reminiscing about the time they saw a debate between Rabbi Sir Jonathan Sacks and an Israeli “atheist,” a woman whose name neither Zev nor Izzy could remember. “But I do remember that she was brilliant,” Zev recalled. “How could an atheist be brilliant?” I asked in all seriousness. The words just sort of came out. Izzy, who loves to debate as much as I dislike it,...