Shavuot. That little holiday no one ever focuses on. The one where we celebrate receiving the Torah. The one where we eat cheesecake because someone thought it would be a nice cultural addition to a Jewish holiday. The one where I'm supposed to keep the kids quiet all morning so my husband can sleep after … Continue reading To Sleep Or Not To Sleep…That Is Not A Question
We talked about that one place in my heart that I can’t get over. It comes up occasionally. We talk it over a bit. He wants me to try to find a solution. I usually nod my head and try to forget again. This time it’s sticking to the walls of my brain, begging me … Continue reading Well, It’s About Time I Got Around To This…
Back in Setember, I wrote a post about the situation here in Beit Shemesh. I wrote mainly out of frustration with my new hometown, and because mothers were bringing politics to the park. I responded to a conversation held in front of children on this blog, although looking back maybe I should have kept my … Continue reading Why Beit Shemesh Means Nothing To Me
Guest post from the amazing husband who rants really well and doesn't realize that if he can dictate awesomeness, there's nothing stopping him from writing it out, except maybe horrible spelling. 🙂 This past week we leined Parshas Kedoshiim, where Hashem gives us the command Kiddoshim Ti'hiu. Many of us know the Rambam's commentary on … Continue reading You Menuval You
I went off the derech, you know. I walked it a couple of times. I kicked the ground where it was soft and beat it where it was hard. I turned over stones to reveal long-forgotten imprints. I lifted logs and marveled at the slime and grime. I stepped in crap, cursed the asshole who … Continue reading Off The Derech
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…
Since my son was born, there seems to be a collective sigh of relief emanating from those around me. Last night I confronted someone who was honest enough to confirm my feelings. Let me set things straight. My son is not a replacement son. He is my second son, my third child. Yes, I buried … Continue reading HE IS NOT A REPLACEMENT!