There is actually a guidebook for converts. Of course, I didn’t know this. I didn’t even think to look. I had to get through all 50 odd books that the rabbi listed on the curriculum, forget going out there and looking for myself. The thing is, as I page through many books about conversion in… Continue reading Finding my place in the world…
As I sit here slouched over my computer, I can feel my lovehandles falling over my longjohns and worse, my tummy is sticking out. Ew. I’ve gained 10lbs since I went to LA. Laziness, a side effect of fibromyalgia. I feel like crap but then if you ran around all day, didn’t eat very much,… Continue reading Fat and frustrated
Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback on the short story. The contest deadline is January 25th so I hope to have a finished piece out then to the Bronx Council of Arts. In other news: Binny Freedman, director of Isralight, spoke at KJ, where we went for Shabbat. I miss the UES. He gave… Continue reading Lost
“White people sensitivity training” was a subject that came up in conversation the other day amongst my friends. We were really discussing how people from disparate cultures, classes and backgrounds can react in a “peculiar” way to different situations. Sometimes, the disconnect between two groups of people is so unsurmountable that they might need “(insert… Continue reading White People Sensitivity Training
I thought growing up that I was depressed. Life was pretty depressing between the psychotic mom, the deadbeat dad, the suicidal siblings and the pooping/screaming baby half-sister whose pseudo-mom I had become as soon as she popped out. (Hold on while I yell at my husband. Dammit, yes, I ate all the chocolates, yes, I… Continue reading The Blues
Well, I missed writing my daily blog post yesterday. My bad. Shabbos was a blur of reading People (thanks to my mother-in-law) and Entertainment Weekly. Kudos to Nicole Kidman’s gestating Aussie spawn and um, poor Britney needs more than Dr. Phil to help her out of this one. Last night, we watched Paprika, an anime… Continue reading High School Reunion
When I met my husband, my life was on a general upswing. I was poor but happy. I had great friends. I’d just made the decision of a lifetime: to convert to Orthodox Judaism. I was making new friends for my new life. I was exploring uncharted territory. I was on a self-imposed man-fast. Because… Continue reading My husband, the hero
(Minutes in no particular order!) Amy and I start mini sexy dance party.Devora plays “Everytime” for the billionth time.Chaia falls down while dancing…ahem, one too many drinks.Harvey’s pervie roommate tries to hump Chaia’s leg.Harvey’s pervie roommate asks Amy if she has a “belly ring because she’s sexy and its sexy.”My sister, with wide eyes, asks… Continue reading DJ & Chaia’s Party Minutes
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