She was in tears and camp pickup was the usual chaos of any school or camp pickup. Her big blue eyes were clouded and her face was red. Mr. Safek, ever the protective papa bear, was already trying to find out who had made her cry. Having been a girl that age myself a few years ago, I instinctively knew it wasn’t going to be that … Continue reading Tznius, Unicorns, and Being Different
Without a doubt, one of the most difficult things about conversion that I’ve had to work on and help my children with is the reality of double standards. It’s one of those things that I think every Orthodox conversion candidate has to come to a place of acceptance with because it’s not something we can change. A perfect example was this weekend on Shabbat. We … Continue reading Reframing Double Standards and Painting Cabinets
A non-Jewish coworker once asked me why Shabbat and our holidays all begin at sundown. My first response was that in the Jewish calendar, days begin at sundown, but after he happily accepted that easy answer, I thought about it a bit and realized his question was actually a pretty profound one. In the Western calendar and world, days begin with sunrise and end at … Continue reading It All Begins In Darkness
Things are going VERY well. We have secured the Shabbat RV 2.0. We survived Passover and even enjoyed it. I’m still sick with some kind of cold/flu, but I’m on the mend. We’re even preparing for a weekend trip down to sunny WARM Florida to visit family. I have no reason to feel the way I’m feeling. And yet, that’s kind of how it works. … Continue reading When a Doubt Sneaks In…
Sometimes, the strangest questions come to me at the oddest times. It’s a gift really. In this case, the thought popped into my head as I was preparing to do a sinus rinse. If you’ve never done one, they’re not the most fun thing to do. You essentially put saltwater up your nose and it comes back out. Since I was diagnosed with my dust … Continue reading Religiously Religious?
Bunny FuFu was the meanest creature I’d ever yet encountered in my very young world. Those memories are fuzzy now because I was so very young, but I still remember how huge that white rabbit seemed, with red eyes and sharp teeth. I’d feed him carrots through the mesh of his rabbit hutch, trying not to let him bite my fingers, but Bunny FuFu’s favorite … Continue reading Animals, Sacrifices, and a Farmer’s Daughter
A wise friend of mine is fond of saying, “There is potency in what is hidden.” The culture around us seems to leave little to the imagination, from what someone has for dinner to their innermost thoughts, there is a pressure to share for attention. Some people have become celebrities for little more than sharing every intimate detail of their lives, allowing the world to … Continue reading The Power of What Is Hidden