Archive for September 29, 2016

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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Tishrei

B”H Talk about “kitchen debate.” Over the years, I’ve heard women discuss which holiday season is more demanding, the eight days of Pesach in the spring or Tishrei’s month-long “season of rejoicing” in the fall. When I first became observant, I thought it was understood that Pesach loomed larger for Jewish women, with all the unavoidable cleaning and cooking. But I was comforted on those Tishrei mornings when I woke up in a daze (“wait, are we feasting, fasting or cooking...

The Blessing of an Imperfect Childhood

B”H Nibble, nibble like a mouse. Who’s that nibbling at my house? It was a thrill I’ll never forget–my second grade debut as the witch in “Hansel and Gretel.” Apparently, I nailed the part; family lore has it that my teacher prophesied to my mother that I was going to be an actress. Well, not quite. Not professionally, anyway. My mother, of blessed memory, firmly nixed acting as a career option for me–wise on her part, I eventually realized–but the...

Why Our Crazy World is Good for the Jews

B”H As a mother, I learned that just because you don’t get paid doesn’t mean you don’t work hard. It also doesn’t mean you aren’t hugely satisfied by the job and committed to succeeding. Motherhood was good preparation for my current job as a blogger. I write weekly installments about my journey towards Jewish spirituality with one overarching goal: to help bring Moshiach, the Messiah.  And because the Messianic theme runs through much of my writing, it’s piqued enough interest...

The Woman Begging to Be Seen

B”H “The whipped cream will just be a few minutes. Is that okay?” “Sure,” I smiled. Being patient can be challenging for me, but I didn’t mind this time. I was getting the “hot chocolate with whipped cream and a large straw” for the woman sitting outside the restaurant in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. She’s known as the Dreidel Lady because she asks for tzedaka by the large dreidel outside the Jewish Children’s Museum. She’s also known as a force to...

Holy Nantucket!

B”H Many years ago, I heard a speaker challenge an audience of up and coming Jewish community leaders: If a stranger walked through our homes and there was no conversation, how clearly would that person know we were Jewish?  At the time, I was convinced that “feeling” Jewish was sufficient, but the lecturer was prodding the group to put more skin in the game. It’s a long story how everything changed in our lives over the last thirty years, but...