Monthly Archives: March 2011

Tsunami

In the Noah story, God is angry enough to bring about a flood that destroys the entire world. How does it feel to be so angry that you willfully destroy everything you have lovingly created? Is such an over-the-top response … Continue reading

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A Fragrance Fix

Each Shabbat morning, I look forward to a concluding song called Ein Keloheinu. Ari, the Cantor at the keyboard, leads us in a particularly rousing version sung in both Hebrew and Ladino.¬† This is a song of questions: Who is … Continue reading

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As Above, So Below?

Back in the before-time, it was customary to greet the Sabbath by dancing before her while waving branches of a myrtle tree. The fragrance of the myrtle plant came to be considered one of the special aromas of the Sabbath. … Continue reading

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Dare to be Spared

  Mine was not alone of the fathers I knew who struggled with emotional disequilibrium. He was not the only pious devotee who periodically, at terrifyingly unpredictable intervals, flipped out. Even (or especially) many of those most revered for their … Continue reading

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What To Do

I know what it is to cower in fear against abusive verbal rants that in the case of my manic-depressive father could spew volcanic for cataclysmic days on end. Screams from the depth of his inchoate hell reach a soul-ripping … Continue reading

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Hidden Sphere

In her book, The Particulars of ¬†Rapture, Avivah Zornberg astonishes me by a frank admission that after a certain point in the biblical narrative, around the time that Miriam disappears from the text, we women have been absent from the … Continue reading

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The Rap, the Rupture, The Rapture

The Rap: I am Suzi-not-such-a-good-girl. After my rupture with my traditional upbringing, my militantly orthodox father developed a fatal heart condition; both he and my mom often blamed his ill health on parenting stress. They were talking about parenting me … Continue reading

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