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I take a handful of pills in the morning. Every morning. A couple of vitamins, yeah, but mostly it’s meds to cover various ailments and conditions. Apparently, I drew the short straw when it comes…to general health. Every so often, one of the conditions flares, or I get some flu or bronchial thing, and we have to add a pill or two. That means two handfuls of pills, because I can’t swallow them all at once. This routine comes after I’ve already pricked my finger to draw some blood… >> Read More
The idea of riding the U-Bahn train for 45 minutes to and from university as a summer session college student in Germany seemed, in advance, like a mundane, time-consuming detail of a potentially…enlightening and enjoyable study abroad trip. I was staying in a part of town that was formerly East Berlin, in a dilapidated neighborhood near the end of one of the subway lines. So each morning, I grabbed a seat and watched the train cars fill up, stop after stop, as we approached the center of… >> Read More
A few weeks ago, I led a workshop about Judaism, food, and bodies for a mostly female, mostly youngish (20s and 30s) audience with the group Mishkan Chicago. Being a chef, a social worker, and a…Jewish youth professional, this was basically my idea of group processing Disneyland; light-hearted yet touching discussion around the tension many of us feel to become both balesbuste and rail thin, to both “eat more” and “eat less” out of respect for our mothers (and their wishes to marry us off well), and to live up… >> Read More
When I was growing up, “Shabbat” meant Shabbat dinner. We didn’t do it every week, but I loved it when we did: I reveled in the exotic beauty of it all: the golden braided challah, the scent of…my mother’s chicken soup. I enjoyed the novelty of eating in the dining room for a change, and relished the magical moment when my mother would light the battered silver candlesticks her grandmother had brought over from Poland. Years later, I recalled the beauty of those Friday nights when I learned the famous Midrash that… >> Read More
I always dreaded the arrival of Purim because that meant I had to come up with Purim costumes. Or rather, my kids came up with what they wanted to be, and I had to make it happen. All of three of…them attended Akiba-Schechter Jewish Day School, where the Purim carnival is a big deal, as was attending the community carnival at the JCC. While my daughter’s fanciest costume as a mermaid required me to relinquish a shimmery turquoise fabric I had bought years ago in Paris to make a cocktail dress for myself (that wasn’t… >> Read More