For many, today is the first day of school. I planned on writing this piece with advice for parents and...
Is there a security in believing we fully know the ones we love?
What if watching the Olympics together would spark something in her that I cannot control?
When we named you Kalanit – after the beautiful anemones that bloom in Israel in spring, right around your birthday – little did we know how precious and honorable a flower we nurtured into the world.
Somehow, we learn that modesty is about externals. About hemlines. About shame. About sex. Yet is it?
Take the wheel firmly, assuredly. Know control is not absolute.
There was something different about us, those whose parents came to halachic Judaism later in life -- and I wondered if it was just me who noticed it.
If that security guard/Were to ask me today/“Little girl are you lost?”/.../The unspoken answer/Would be yes
I refuse to be the mother of a daughter/ Who spends her whole life believing/ She isn’t enough/ to let my daughter be brought up/ in a world that believes/ She is only something/ When she has a wedding ring.
“Mommy, next time you daven to Hashem can you please, please, ask for another baby?”
