I have been staring at the AISH building in LA for years now and wanting to go in and take some classes. It’s really conveniently located to my LA digs so it just taunts me while I’m in Lala land. I took a Drisha parsha class last week and found out that “multi-level” means know… Continue reading Aish
My mother was a student of Machiavelli who believed it was more important to be feared than loved. Growing up, I thought my mother was the source of all evil. By the time I was an adult, I knew she was. Christianity is about getting to heaven. Judaism is about bringing heaven to Earth.
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
Okay, I’m cheating. I am working on my Daddy’s Little Girl entry now for two writing contests and the hubbie and I are running back and forth between “our offices” to finetune it. This is actually something I wrote for Writing Workshop on 11/12/04 for my ninth grade students to get them writing about their… Continue reading Mothers
“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
Oy, another deadline missed. I mean, if I can’t make a self-imposed deadline…! My husband is grumpy. It’s 12:22am and he wants me to come to bed. Something about me being a workaholic. Lots of guilt, etc. I woke up this morning and ran to the post office, then the bank and then off to… Continue reading Just one of those days
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
Hello from Jerusalem where I have continually assured friends who have been emailing me that we are far from the missiles being launched into Northern Israel. These are not words that I ever imagined having to formulate. It would seem that Israel is at war and all of us are on the edge of our… Continue reading War, Conversion, Modern Orthodoxy, etc.
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