Sarah Rudolph lives in Cleveland with her family. She has been teaching Jewish text studies for over ten years, to students ranging from elementary school to retirement age. More recently, she has begun a foray into blogging for such sites as Times of Israel and The Torch.
I have a neighbor who seems to outdo herself, never mind everyone else, each year with elaborate family theme costumes and mishloach manot for Purim. I don’t know how many people they give to, but…what they do is off the charts as far as being elaborate. They’ve been Smurfs and board games and British royalty, all of it incredibly professionally done and with beautiful mishloach manot packages to go along with the theme. While I admire her creativity, I know I will never reach her level, and don’t aspire… >> Read More
I finally caved. When this class began, it was billed as an advanced Talmud “chabura” (somewhere between class and discussion), open to men and women. I joked that if they really meant for it to…be open to women, they wouldn’t have scheduled it for Thursday nights--because in my community, Thursday night is often sacred to Shabbos preparation, by and large done by women. But I really wanted to go, and my husband is the sort to do stuff in the kitchen (he’s also the sort to learn Torah, but… >> Read More
It’s been two whole days. Two days and I still haven’t told my daughter.
When my daughter was little, I used to worry that she didn’t have an appropriate sense of life and death--that she…might do something stupid, even if I told her it was dangerous, because she didn’t realize what “dangerous” could mean. The first time she asked me about death, I grabbed the opportunity to try to reinforce the idea that death is serious and final--only realizing later that I had neglected any mention of a soul… >> Read More
It’s ironic that most of my childhood memories of my father involve conversation, yet the big family joke is that he never really talked.
What we mean by the tease is that he was never one to…open up and share his thoughts and feelings. If we wanted to know how his day of teaching went, or what he liked to do in his spare time, or how he felt when he lost his mother at the age of 14, or whether he believed in God, we would have to pry it… >> Read More