Thursday, October 8, 2015

Where Were You

Where were you when JFK was assassinated? That’s the question we asked each other when I was in college and needed a conversation starter. I was in fourth grade and, although, I do remember watching his funeral on TV, I have little recollection of how I heard the news.

Yesterday there was a terror attack at a shopping mall in Petach Tikva. For those of you not familiar with Israel’s geography, Petach Tikva (as with several of the other terror spots yesterday) is in pre-67 Israeli borders. In other words, according to those who think the whole Mideast problem is due to the settlements, Petach Tikva has never been part of disputed territories.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Blind Faith

When I awoke this morning, Sunday morning, I knew I could go to my computer and the media would have already released the names of the victims from the Shabbat terror attack. That thought just made me burrow deeper under the covers. I did NOT want to know their names. If I didn’t know their names then I could pretend it never happened. Once I knew the names it would be real.

Friday, October 2, 2015


Just a little over an hour after Prime Minister Netanyahu made his speech in the UN and blasted the world for their silence in light of the promise of Iran’s rulers to destroy Israel my phone rang. It was almost ten pm, rather late for us to receive phone calls. I heard my son’s voice and felt apprehension.

“Is everything okay?”

“No!” he stated unequivocally.  

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Another Taxi Story

Although there are abundant lectures on the internet, workshops to attend, and numerous books on the subject of negotiation I’ve never taken advantage of them. And I never considered myself much of a bargainer. Recently, though, I realized that I couldn’t have navigated four decades of marriage and raised seven children without some aptitude for arbitration.

My new outlook was reinforced last month in, of all places, a taxi.
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Monday, September 21, 2015

Losing My Cool

Every year as Yom Kippur draws near we are reminded that we must approach anyone we have hurt or offended and ask for their forgiveness before we can expect a pardon from HaShem. What happens, though, when the person I’ve offended is not on my radar screen and nowhere to be found?

Thursday, September 17, 2015

May We Be Signed and Sealed for Peace

Every week as I sit opposite the Holy of Holies my heart is full of prayers of thanksgiving.
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I have so much to be grateful for. For centuries Jews have longed to live in the Holy Land and I am blessed to do so. There are so many single people begging and praying to find their perfect match and I’m privileged to be married for over forty years. Not only do I have a husband but he also shares my vision of visiting the Kotel weekly. We have a car and money for the gas so that vision can be a reality.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

A True Story for Rosh Hashanah

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Although Elul is the month of repentance, for me it is also a month of cooking, baking, and freezing in preparation for all the Yom Tov meals of Tishrei.  Still, I don’t want to ignore my spiritual preparation so every year I try to attend at least one pre-Rosh Hashanah lecture. These lectures cover a number of topics: repentance, the shofar, prayer, and on. My favorite topic, though, is the Akeidat Yitzhak, the story of how G-d tells Avraham to sacrifice his son, his only son, the one he loves, Yitzhak, and then just as Avraham raises his knife to slay his son on the altar, G-d commands him to stop.

My affinity to this subject began years ago when I was in grammar school. The rabbi at our Reform Temple did not just lead the congregation; he was a close family friend and had a strong influence on me. He was captivated by the Akeidat Yitzhak and spoke about it in religious school sermons, passing that fascination on to me.