Year: 2008

I Remember the Stones

They were everywhere along the journey. Braiding water in Goshen, Virginia before the sunrise and again in the afternoon, Peg on her rock outpost, taking pictures from the shore. Under the dense cover   of trees, down from the road where traffic only occasionally passed, we read poems and wrote them and smiled into the

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The Gloaming

When I was a kid, I hated Sunday nights. Back then, Sundays were an empty time when many stores were closed and no good TV shows were on. That night, as I got into bed early in preparation for school the next morning, I felt sad and lonely, even with my family in the adjacent

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Rain to Snow

In the afternoon, I stepped foot beyond the curtain to find two curly-haired men smiling. I handed them the information and then, in the glorious and unexpected sunshine, strolled through invitations and colors. After dinner, the stroll in the rain was nice. We laughed those belly laughs of childhood, before everything became so hard. We

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Impact

What impprint are you leaving on this world? she asked him. What are you doing to make the world better? “Maybe I’ll just have to be concerned about the impact I make on my kids,” he said. “Maybe that’s my legacy.” You can’t make your children your purpose or your focus, she said. And there

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Hockeytown Alive and Kicking

My ears are still ringing just a little. I sat in the seats I’ve sat in since Joe Louis Arena was built and watched as the lights dimmed and the ice lit purple under black lights. The wheeled wing danced on the ice, then an image of the shiny silver Stanley Cup. The crowd erupted

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Empty Closets

Last night, Avy began moving out. He scooped up his hanging clothes and piled them in his truck to take to his parents’ house, where he’ll be staying until he finds a place of his own. I was relieved. Finally, I thought! Until I went upstairs and peered into our walk-in closet. At his end

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How to Translate Middot

At my children’s private Jewish school, certain acts earn the designation of middot tovot, which translates roughly as “good traits.” It’s a big deal to get a middot tovot, since the principal signs a certificate of recognition for a specific behavior and doles out Laffy Taffy (an absolute bane of motherhood as far as I’m concerned

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Jewish Dates English Dates All the Days Matter

If you ask a religious Jew why it matters what time you begin Shabbat or what time you end it, they’re likely to say (among a few possible answers) that Judaism is all about sanctifying time. Elevating moments. Noticing the difference between holy and mundane, dark and light, and all the metaphors therein. We light

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A Box of 64 Crayons

The snow came down all night and all day and the children piled into their snowpants and coats and gloves to pack a pail full and up-end it on the heavily covered lawn. It was the first snow day of the season, a white blanket over our weathered neighborhood. Inside, it was fresh and clean

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The World of Food

What bothered my parents most when I became religious in Judaism was the food. I started walking down the path of observance 12 years ago, but only when I met Avy did I get to the point of not eating in the kitchen of someone who did not keep kosher the way we did it. The

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