Tag: family

Saying goodbye to our sweet girl

Roxie loved to barter. She would steal whatever she could find – her dad’s sock, my glasses case, a random piece of paper she found on the floor – and then wiggled her butt and wagged her tail with vigor as she waited for… Continue Reading “Saying goodbye to our sweet girl”

Let’s talk food storage!

My husband and I are not preppers. We don’t prescribe to that way of life or the belief systems that are usually associated with it. (Let’s be honest here – I don’t know a lot of Jewish preppers.) That being said, we still believe… Continue Reading “Let’s talk food storage!”

To make things right. Or not?

I am always filled with a sense of renewal and excitement during the Days of Awe*. Granted, the High Holy Days* usually occur in early fall, when the temperatures are dropping, the rains are returning, and the leaves are beginning their transition. Considering Fall… Continue Reading “To make things right. Or not?”

Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

I haven’t blogged much lately, but in my defense, I was just promoted and have been very, very busy. I’m extremely grateful for the promotion and the generous raise that came with it, but it does require more work to be at this new… Continue Reading “Forgiveness. Can you imagine?”

Becoming Jewish: the Christmas conundrum

Lately, my conversations with my mom have gone a little like this: Mom: “I sure would love to come out and visit again.” Me: “I’d love for you to see western Washington in the fall.” Mom: “I’d really love to come out and celebrate… Continue Reading “Becoming Jewish: the Christmas conundrum”

You can go home again, but maybe you shouldn’t…

Have you ever had one of those experiences that really just defy words? At least, right away? I went home to Indiana for a week and only recently got back to Washington, and I’ve been trying to wrap my head around my trip. I discovered… Continue Reading “You can go home again, but maybe you shouldn’t…”

If the spiritual journey is like a winding road, I’m stuck on a bypass…

Tim and I have 90% of our conversations about religion in the car.  Not sure why it happens that way, but when we’re heading somewhere is when, inevitably, the conversation turns to religion.

Bitterness

2014 came in much the same way 2013 did.  Platitudes. Promises. Pleadings for a second (or seventh or eleventh or twentieth) chance.