Friday Sep 20, 2013
T’shuva, personal reformation, is a process. So, too is forgiveness. So, too, is healing.
As I type these words, I am supported by pillows and am soothed by a hot water bottle. My back is “out,” again, and, as such, I am permitted, by my doctor, to sit up for no more than fifteen to twenty minutes at a time. Accordingly, it is taking me several vertical sessions, in combination with some hunting and...
Monday Sep 02, 2013
We’re counting up. It’s nearly 5774. The shuk is filled with pomegranates, the schuls, both Ashkenazi ands Sephardi, are filled with supplicants reciting Selichot, and the airport is preparing for visitors. We hear the sound of the shofar in the morning and smell honey cakes baking in the afternoon. At night, we witness the excitement of children who know about the approaching Yomim Noraim.
Yet, no mater the nature of...
Sunday Aug 18, 2013
This morning, sometime before six, Missy Younger took an intercity bus to her first year of sherut leumi service. Computer Cowboy schlepped with her and her suitcase, her bag of electronic devices, and her daypack, to the stop for the first of her several transportation connections.
Hours earlier, I had: rolled her clothes into those vessels’ small spaces, made room for her favorite stuffed animal, and rewrapped some of her...
Tuesday Aug 06, 2013
During a recent Shabbot, Computer Cowboy and I were fortunate to have all of our children with us. As they grow older, such a convergence is less and less common in our home. In fact, shortly after that holy day, we experienced the first Shabbot, since the time when we merited becoming parents, when none of our boys and none of our girls was home.
Consider that Missy Older is married and has moved to Beer Sheva with her husband....
Monday Jul 22, 2013
This is a story about three do-gooders, each of whom attempted to fully actualize the mitzvah of giving tzedakah. Keep in mind that appearances are not always realities.
The first scout wanted to embrace the mitzvah fully, so when she gave, she gave literal handfuls of coins. Beggars had to put out two palms, simultaneously, to catch the glut of bigheartedness that poured from that lady.
The second donor, too, wanted to fully embrace that...