I’m an introvert. Not a hermit, not a friendless social pariah, but someone who will fairly predictably panic before any situation in which I need to go out and interact with others. And that…includes going to synagogue every week. Because I know better than to give into my introvert fears, I push myself to be out in the world, and I’m frequently glad that I did. Social events can be tremendous fun. It’s just that I never anticipate that I will enjoy them, and I feel happily surprised… >> Read More
On the anniversary of my mother's death this past April, there was no Facebook remembrance, no photo of my beautiful, smiling mother on Instagram, and not one #RIP tweet bearing her name. A few of my…dearest friends remembered the date and texted that they were thinking of me. It’s been more than seven years since my mom died, and even as I miss her daily and dearly, life has gone on—as it tends to do, even after the worst has happened. My mother died 12 weeks after a surprising stage-four… >> Read More
Death wasn’t part of the conversation in our house when I was growing up. When my parents had a yahrzeit, they would light a memorial candle; my father would go to shul and we gave them some space.…Even when my mother died much too soon, at 47— real discourse around death did not surface.. My mother’s yahrzeit falls soon after the “Three Weeks”–a public period of mourning for multiple tragedies that have befallen the collective Jewish people, culminating in the fast of Tisha B’Av, which is today Once the fast is over,… >> Read More
Our “Gotcha Day” was December 18, 2013, and it was nothing short of spectacular.
Judge: "Do you understand that if the court approves this adoption, you will legally assume all of the rights,…duties, and responsibilities of a natural parent of the child? Do you understand that if this decree is granted, this child be the same as a natural child to you? Do you understand that you will have all of the duties toward this child to educate, support and to supply moral guidance and upbringing? Do you understand you… >> Read More
This year, for the first time, I blanked. I totally and completely blanked. I couldn’t for the life of me remember the names of all my great grandparents. Which meant that I could properly insert…the full Hebrew names of my grandparents during the Yizkor (memorial) prayer during Shavuot. I couldn’t use the traditional Hebrew formula, naming the person according to his or her parental lineage. For a second, in that totally sacred room, quietly humming with the sacred murmurings of names and the equally sacred sounds of memory, I… >> Read More