…the ancient nooks and crannies of the Old City of Jerusalem, it was not just magical. It was more. Like a spiritual experience that touched the earth
When I took comedy improv classes several years ago, the first thing we learned was “Yes and….”
Anotherwords, no matter what someone says…
Who knew being unabashedly Jewish was the missing link? Perhaps someone feels the same way… no sense of belonging to any Jewish co
Twenty years into learning about Judaism, I was still hanging around the edges. Learning? Yes. Observing Jewish laws? Too exotic and constraining. I admired other people’s Jewish observances. but I was
Relax, watch and listen in American Sign Language and spoken English to “Mini Skirts and Jewish” narrated for Deaf and hearing audiences… First there’s the well trodden path. Then there’s the divergence I never expected…
I am an internet overuser, a plate overloader. Time management is not my strength. But once a week, for 25 hours, I now receive a break…I calm my amygdala
“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..
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
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.