Fuzzy Slippers & 8 Days Of Romance

Fuzzy Slippers & 8 Days Of Romance

This past summer wiped me out. I know it’s mid December already, but the memory of that long, hot, burnout of a summer kind of frames the (relative) peace and beauty of this winter season for me. Just to state the obvious, summer break is way too long. Two...
Making Out With G-d

Making Out With G-d

I learned early on that prayer is primarily about communication. l learned this first from watching Harold and Maude, then years later in a Torah class. For the most part, my M.O. as far as prayer is concerned has been to simply talk to G-d, kind of like I would to a...
Prayer Slam

Prayer Slam

Hands tremble. Bypass my head, from the canyon of my heart, they reach… fumble and tumble towards You. Like a school girl at recess, knobby kneed, legs buckling under the weight of joy running towards daddy’s embrace, I am Giddy. Downright pure. Unblemished by what my...
Faith, G-d and Suicide.

Faith, G-d and Suicide.

Yesterday, an eleventh-grade boy from the high school next door to my kids’ elementary school took his own life in his dorm room. The word “tragic” doesn’t even touch this situation. As a mother, I see myself as a gatekeeper of my children’s innocence. I do my best to...