High Holy Day Divorce
I flew to New York on the morning of Rosh Hashanah, 5760. Tuesday there was a day in court, a dreaded ugly ending to a seemingly unending divorce.
I flew to New York on the morning of Rosh Hashanah, 5760. Tuesday there was a day in court, a dreaded ugly ending to a seemingly unending divorce.
Each night before retiring, the great Chassidic master Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav would make a list. At the end of a long day, he would write down all the wrongs he had committed – against other people, against God, against himself.
Every year, amidst the cooking and the planning and the cleaning, we prepare for the many traditions associated with Rosh Hashanah. Each autumn we eat round challot, listen to the shofar and serve apples.
When I was a child, too young to understand the difference between the Days of Awe and the Day of Atonement, my only clue that the High Holidays were coming were the religious smells wafting out of our kitchen.
At our home we greet our family and friends with apple slices, fresh challah, and a bowl of honey, and we always end the meal with an apple dessert.
Every fall, hundreds of Jews who don\’t belong to synagogues fan out across greater Los Angeles for a once-a-year dip into Jewish worship, buying tickets or wangling free seats at services for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Some are motivated by parents, others tag along with friends; some have babies or preschoolers and are thinking about where they might want to affiliate when the kids are a little bigger, while others are beginning to feel the first stirrings of a spiritual search.
Hebrew for forgiveness, Selichot services are a time of preparation for the New Year, generally held after the conclusion of Shabbat prior to Rosh Hashanah.
Back in the 1970s, Michael and Susan Strassfeld\’s \”The Jewish Catalog\” pioneered a kind of People\’s Guide to Judaism that felt comfortable and familiar to the Boomer generation.
During the last days of summer, I confess that our most focused family activity seems to be the annual pilgrimage to Target for new lunchboxes. All of that changes when September hits. From Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur to Sukkot, then Shemini Atzeret and Simchat Torah, the month of Tishrei is to the Jewish holiday cycle what the decathlon is to Track and Field Day.The kitchen table rapidly piles up with day school holiday projects– cardboard shofarot, handmade New Year\’s cards, drawings of lulavim and the countless apples, made from every conceivable non-toxic medium known to teachers.