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
Tag: transformation
BUBBE, ZAIDY & OUR ROOTS: Recap #3
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.
A CRAZY WONDERFUL STORY
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
THREE PARTIES and Shabbat
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.
Laugh, SURRENDER & say thanks
I joked that I can be a bit flighty. As if to prove my authenticity, I stood up and the remainder of my hot pot soup somehow landed squarely in my lap, upside down…broth, oil, vegetables, chicken and…
SHOMER SHABBOS: can I do it?
I started weekly Shabbat dinners for our unusual family…my two sons, myself, my ex-husband, and then later, my teenage son began inviting his friends. It became a…
LOOPY, a JEWISH Teaching & Anesthesia
It makes me question how much and how little I really know. We accept so much as de facto truth and then build our worlds on that assumption. This little mind-bend poked a…
AN AMERICAN DREAM & catcher of the fallen angels
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…
A CATHOLIC, A JEW and a life changing chat
Having grown up in the Outback, Reg’s family ran a 50 square mile sheep station, grew wheat, and raised cattle. Reg’s father, Pat, was a farmer/grazia or
BASEBALL, G0D & DISCO?
I didn’t always believe in God. If you’ve read my earlier stories, you might surmise I hoped there was no God. From that vantage point, I thought the odds of a good life were better if life were just a crap shoot. At least then we’d all be squared off without a cheating ump or Read More