Married . . . at last!
I got married for the first time at 50. The groom was 51. Yes, we are both Jewish. We met online.
I got married for the first time at 50. The groom was 51. Yes, we are both Jewish. We met online.
No disrespect to our mothers, but courtship rituals have changed since they were dating. So forget all their antiquated rules.
Ah, the High Holidays. The mere words conjure up memories of long services, uncomfortable clothing, endless Hebrew passages, Mom and Dad dozing off, semi-fasting against my will, and, most of all, not quite taking in what the holidays were all about. What can I say? I was a kid.
My family never went to church but celebrated Christian holidays by putting up a Christmas tree in December and hunting for Easter eggs in the spring.
One of the best things about being the editor of a Jewish paper is I get to meet a lot of Jews.
Like many unaffiliated Angelenos between 30 and marriage, I face a problem every Rosh:
Because Australia is situated below the equator, its seasons rebel against the Jewish calendar. Our winter is their summer; our spring their fall. Although Passover\’s rituals and symbols resonate spring, the holiday is celebrated in autumn Down Under.
\”Passover begins just as the temperature drops, days grow shorter, and grapevines lose their leaves,\” said Jenni Neumann, a New Yorker who grew up in Sydney. \”It\’s rather odd, if you\’re not used to it, I guess.\”
Every Chanukah, I am struck by the beauty of my chanukiyah as the flames glow steadily against the darkness around them.
A few years ago, Aish HaTorah Rabbi Yaacov Deyo (of SpeedDating fame) presented me with a book before Rosh Hashana. With this simple, gracious gesture he changed forever the way I relate to what can be the most daunting time on the Jewish calendar.