“Sukkah is the only mitzvah into which a person enters with his muddy boots.” We do this mitzvah with our whole body. “You shall rejoice on your festival
A mini skirt wearing, religion hating, pork rib loving woman seeking excitement…finds joy, dignity and delight in her Jewish roots and surprise surprise..
Here is a snapshot of my family’s coming to America… one immigrant family making its way through the years. My family lived big. Our triumphs as well as our challenges. With little subtlety, my family said what they meant without editing. This could be exciting or a bit shocking.
This next recap is about…. finding my way back home. Into the tribe and the religion of our fathers and mothers…. Abraham, Sarah, Isaac, Rebecca, Jacob, Leah and Rachel…
Several readers have asked how specifically I went from hating being Jewish to falling in love with it. Here are the stories about coming to trust and love
A very wise Rabbi once said that anything can be used for the good or the bad including music… Music just creeps into our beings.. It brings out the child
Today I got the nothing part down. I don’t feel like I have anything innovative to say. Yet the “nothing” carries tremendous comfort. Judaism has taught me that
And then one day, while washing the dishes, I remembered….I have that joy. I know that face. Inside me. It’s….
She lived in the Bronx, he lived in the South Bronx. My dad got by on his good looks and predominant strong-silent-type charm. Also, being a good dancer went a long way back in the 30s and 40s. However it did not transfer into his financial life. My father…
My family, like so many Jews fleeing persecution and harm, arrived in the U.S. scarred and having survived trauma. This was the early 1900s. I can imagine their enormous relief and gratitude to arrive in the United States and be allowed to stay. Of course my grandparents would likely have been killed in the Shoah if Read More
I asked… “Can you explain Yom Kippur in a nutshell to me?” This is what I’ve learned…On Yom Kippur…
we return to who we really are. The deepest part of
I love being Jewish. Of course I didn’t used to. But now I am kind of like a little kid… learning the meaning, significance, rituals
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When she came to acceptance, a complete transformation took place. After a lifetime of fear, she astonishingly became radiant with trust, love and gratitude. She went in and out of
I am not in a party crowd. I LOVED parties in my 20s and 30s. And yet, funny, but after years of no parties, I was just invited to THREE parties in the next few weeks.