It was about bechira, naturally. I was in third grade. I asked the usual question and got called an apikorus because I said it didn't make sense. In fourth grade it was about nevuah in fifth grade, har sinai, in sixth, yetzer hara, and in seventh I got tired so I stopped asking with my … Continue reading I Am Doubt, Hear Me Roar
Category: Leaving Orthodoxy
On Coming Out…
Well, after much thought, anguished decision-making and painful realizations, we finally decided to do it. We decided to say no to Chareidi. Whew. It’s out there now. I will be digging my comfortable jean skirts out from under all the black and my husband will, once again, don his blue shirts. Sounds funny to be … Continue reading On Coming Out…
Can You Hear Me?
Can you hear me? I search your face, looking for a hint of understanding. There is no sympathy for me. Hurt clouds your vision, blocking your mind from mine, and you can’t hear me. I bow my head. The silence grows. It is creeping under my skin, eating at my flesh from the inside. I … Continue reading Can You Hear Me?
Shall I Go On?
So you have all been given glimpses into my sordid past. Here’s why. Whenever I read about “Kids At Risk” or “Off The Derech”, I get irritated. Granted, there are many people who are professionally trained to deal with teenagers and many who truly understand the situation. However, there are a lot more people who … Continue reading Shall I Go On?
The Hopsital
It's been a long week. It started with a belly ache. My little girl complained a bit and then bounced off the kaitana, excited about summer camp. I don't really know what changed over the course of the next three days, but by Sunday morning, we were sitting in the doctor's office with a withering … Continue reading The Hopsital
Colloquially Speaking 