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August 27, 2015
The shmoozing was good, and Jon didn’t seem to mind that we were still undecided as the Apple store was closing. What product could best help me blog on the go? My husband Zev and daughter Rivky were trying to help me figure that out. We finally decided on an iPad, but as we closed the sale, the inevitable happened: Jon went to shake my hand. Zev intercepted, as he usually does, followed by his standard “My wife doesn’t shake...
August 20, 2015
BH The wind whips against my face, the ocean’s rhythmic waves boldly brush the shores. I stare past the froth to the endless sea, transfixed. A feeling of discomfort soon sets in. My mind is gripped by reality. I become aware of sun damage and, more immediately, the fact that I am bereft of inspiration for this week’s blog post. I am comforted, knowing that this is the month of Elul when, according to Chassidic teaching, “the King is in...
August 13, 2015
BH Last year, I wrote about our family vacation in Nantucket and regretted it as soon as I published it. I knew immediately why people who write weekly columns take vacations and don’t share anything during that time. They go where they go, enjoy what they enjoy, and come back recharged and reinvigorated. But writing this blog is hugely invigorating for me. I don’t want to miss a week. There’s only one problem. I thought I would have more of...
August 6, 2015
B”H “You should do it, it’ll give you something to write about!” Rochel effused in her inimitable, hard to refuse way. She wanted me to be part of the Chevra Kadisha, the Jewish Burial society. I knew that such an organization existed, but, I mean, who actually wants to join this club? When Rochel suggested I consider becoming a member, I felt a little obligated and more than a little intrigued, so I said I would give it a try. A...