Yeladim
Yeladim
"So teach us to number our days, that we may get a heart of wisdom…." (Psalm 90:12)
People can hear about the economic crisis that has affected South America in the news.
What do cloven-hoofed cud-chewers have to do with ritual purity, much less holiness? In what way do fins and scales on a fish acknowledge God as the One who redeemed us from slavery? The \”explanation\” for kashrut demands further explanation.
Ami Ankilewitz, 34, weighs 39 pounds. He is lying on the front seat of car, because he cannot sit without support, and he occupies about half of the space that the seat creates. He is wearing leather pants, and sports a tattoo on his arm of the astrological sign Leo, and another that says, \”When love flies, the heart dies.\”
Since last Sunday, a question has been running around in my head and troubling my sleep: What induced the young Palestinian, who broke into Kibbutz Metzer, to aim his weapon at a mother and her two little children and kill them?
I don\’t want to be petty. I just want my ex to be sitting alone in his room, turning a lamp on and off and wondering how he\’s going to live without me.
There\’s a Yiddish saying that goes: \”I\’ve been poor and I\’ve been rich. Believe me, rich is better!\” In the Midrash we read: \”Nothing in the universe is worse than poverty; it is the most terrible of sufferings.\” (Exodus Rabbah 31:14)
We buried her 13 months ago — this flower, this light, this precious partner of his for 60 years. Everything was done in our ancient way: the funeral with its torn, black ribbons and clods of earth thunking on plain pine; the shiva, with its prayers, grief and Bundt cakes; a year of \”Kaddish\” ending with an unveiled marker that captured his love for her in words as terse as Haiku.
Ethan Gura doesn\’t remember his sister. Still, he cannot forgether. He can\’t forget that Rebecca Alexandra Gura died in 1991 after afour and a half year battle with leukemia. She was then six yearsold. He was three.