Month: September 2008

When I was first married, we spent Rosh Hashanah in Indianapolis, where

Lynne Golodner September 30, 2008

It was a hot day, full of time to work, accomplish, cross

Lynne Golodner September 26, 2008

The smell of the sheets, freshly laundered and crisp, reminded me of

Lynne Golodner September 23, 2008

Late-lingering warmth shone golden on the afternoon. After school, the children peeled

Lynne Golodner September 22, 2008

One of the rationales behind Orthodox Jewish modesty mandates is that we are not

Lynne Golodner September 20, 2008

Indian summer and the late afternoon. Sun white on the winding path,

Lynne Golodner September 18, 2008

This was the refrain I grew up with. In a store, no

Lynne Golodner September 16, 2008

I love the smell after a rain and being among the trees.

Lynne Golodner September 14, 2008

“I’m so busy talking, I haven’t said grace.” Lydia put her fork

Lynne Golodner September 11, 2008

“What is not yet done is only what we have not yet

Lynne Golodner September 10, 2008