Probably every healthy couple has moments where one looks at the other and wonders why in the world they have stayed married. I know my husband and I have had several. The one I remember most happened in the bottom of a canyon twenty-seven years ago.
Thursday, January 5, 2017
A Dream Abandoned: In honor of the fast of the Tenth of Tevet that marks the siege of Jerusalem when the first Holy Temple was destroyed as well as a day of remembrance for those who were murdered in the Holocaust.
As a girl I longed to visit Europe. Heidi’s Alps, Hans Christian Anderson’s Denmark, Gigi’s Paris, and Holland of The Winged Watchman had all captured my imagination. How I wanted to see them with my own eyes! Then I learned more and more Jewish history. My desire waned. There was just one place I hadn’t given up on and that was Jesberg, Germany.
A small village, about an hour’s drive from Frankfort, it wasn’t a tourist spot. My sole desire to go there was because it was the birthplace of my father and his home until 1937 when he fled the Nazis at age seventeen. Pictures and stories of his life there only whetted my appetite to see Jesberg.
|The Synagogue in Jesberg with my father and his cousin, Jack, circa 1944|
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Most of us expect miracles at Chanukah and our senses are attuned to noticing them. For the Rubin family, however, their miracle happened after Chanukah was over. It was in 2001, a period in Israel that was marked by almost daily terror attacks. In the month of December alone a total of thirty-seven Israelis were murdered and over two hundred and fifty injured. There had been three major terror attacks and Hamas had claimed responsibility for all of them.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
|courtesy of keithroysdon|
“Trick or treat for UNICEF,” my cousin and I cried out enthusiastically just as our Sunday school rabbi had instructed us.
However, the reaction of the man at the door was not what we’d expected. He scowled and gave an unequivocal refusal. Behind us were a group of costumed youngsters holding out their sacks to collect goodies. For them the man had a smile.
“Sure,” his voice boomed out. “I give the American way!”
Friday, December 23, 2016
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
As Chaim’s luxury home in Bnai Brak neared completion he looked forward to planning the housewarming ceremony. He spoke to caterers, asked various rabbis to make speeches, and drew up the guest list. Heading the list were his parents but his father made a stipulation.
“I will only come,” he said, “If you find two needy orphans and take care of all their needs so they can marry and build their own home.”
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Recently the Muezzin Bill, to regulate the blaring call to Moslem prayer, was proposed in the Knesset. Naturally this was a cause of controversy. Last week an emergency meeting organized by Knesset members Yehuda Glick (Likud) and Zohair Bahloul (Zionist Union) and attended by various religious leaders called on finding a solution to the problem with dialog instead of legislation. For me, this spirit of cooperation is a breath of fresh air and I pray a resolution everyone can live with will be found.
For those who don’t quite understand the problem I’m reposting an article I wrote almost a year ago.
THURSDAY, JANUARY 21, 2016
When I was a university student I shared a house with five other coeds. Actually the house was made for a family of three but with creativity we were able to squeeze the six of us inside. Curtains changed the dining room into a bedroom and more curtains made the loft into a room for two, me and my roommate. Amazingly, all of us usually managed to cope with each other’s different habits, schedules, and idiosyncrasies until the morning my roommate began raving at me.
“I can’t take any more of your early morning cheerfulness,” she cried in frustration. The other four fully agreed with her and from then on I tried curb my enthusiasm for life until after noon.