Maror is the bitter food we eat on Passover to remind us of, you guessed it, the bitterness of our once upon an enslavement.

Living with the times is synthesizing the weekly Parsha into my life.

My high-school Chumash teachers tried this with a corny section on their tests entitled,

“From where do you learn”—

In 2021 I skied for the first time in 21 years. Arriving at Alta mountain in Utah with Eliyahu and Menny, I put on a confident show. In reality, my heart was thumping out fear.

Famous words in this week’s Torah Portion: Lech Lecha. 

God tells Avraham: Go for yourself. 

Rashi, who is basic, explains: Go for your own benefit and your own good. 

You don’t need anyone else to validate you.

You are an adult.

Validate yourself and move on.

I feel seen. It's a throwaway line on social media comments, even if it is to poke fun; feeling seen feels good. 

Never Again is the response echoed throughout my life.

The Rebbe, childless, clasped into his bosom a broken generation, holding them tight with a healing vision. Moshiach Now.

Sitting on the porch swing, Eliyahu and I were spending time alone with Henia. Although planning to spend time with each child is highly rated, it wasn’t a planned thing.

It is Azalea season in Georgia. These colorful flowers nestled in bushes dot the landscape all over town. If you know anything about me, you know that I have a deep and passionate love for nature, and especially flowers. 

At some point, I learned to trust
to believe that my husband’s dreams were his to own
and he could navigate them alone

On Wednesday morning, I texted one of my favorite teachers, Rabbi Shais Taub: Me: I’m having a really hard time with this week's Parsha: brother is thrown into a pit. Oooh, Let’s eat! ----Is just one example.