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HOME & FAMILY How to Keep Your Wedding Running Smoothlyby Yonina Hall
At the wedding of her first daughter, Mrs. S. was in seventh
heaven. Every other dance found her inside the kalla's
circle, enjoying every minute of hers and her daughter's
simcha. After the wedding, as the two sides gathered
for family pictures, she exclaimed to the chosson's
mother, "Wasn't that a great chasuna? Didn't you have
a wonderful time?"
One Bris Leads to Another
Part II
Synopsis: The narrator knew only two things about Judaism -
- that she must marry within her faith, and that male
children must be circumcised. The bris of her first son led
to her participating in Torah lectures and slowly, taking on
mitzvos.
Numeracy By the time a child goes to school, he should be familiar with quite a few number concepts. Incredibly, many of the children whose parents take them for assessment because they are unable to read, have not even begun to grasp basic number concepts.
Sitting Shiva Everyone came to my father's shiva, everyone -- except my Dad. He was dead, of course, buried in the fresh spring earth, but his soul, which Chazal say still hovers over a man's earthly home for the week following his death, wasn't there. No one invited it in.
Poem and Prose
Soroh's Tent
The hot sand scorches my feet. My eyes are blinded by the
glare of the desert sun. Suddenly, I see it. Soroh's tent. It
is much bigger than I had imagined. Deep, purple canvas walls
stretch up into the sky. And indeed, there is a door on every
side.
Family Secrets Q. We have a daughter of sixteen who feels entitled to participate in all suggestions for a shidduch which we contemplate for our eldest daughter. She says she is old enough to be taken into our confidence and is deeply offended when we suggest that she is too young.
POET'S CORNER
by Chana Ryna Trugman
You constantly test us
Lost in an exile?
How hard could it be
Your body's a tool
The light of goodness shines within us
This is our story!
In Passing
by Ruth Lewis
From a bus window,
Someone, it seems, is dead, fresh dead,
Somewhere fresh earth lies moist, mounded
Black letters,
Next week, the notice will be old,
Hole filled, covered, earth dried,
Now, wet paste oozes.
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