As always, reading from the Union Haggadahs passed down to me from my parents, via my maternal grandfather, I felt the connection not just to my family, but to my Ashkenazi ancestors and the whole Jewish faith and culture. I felt that connection radiate out through my friends and neighbors on North Haven, my adopted home.
The “Rosh Hoshanah for the Trees” doesn’t start until tomorrow at sundown, but I’ve seen Pinterest-worthy fruit plates and centerpieces, and even fruit and vegetable-related crafts galore on all my networks.
“Happy Holidays” has its place. But for a Jewish person in an isolated community, the feeling of being seen, heard and acknowledged with Chanukah-specific holiday greetings is rare and wonderful.
Hello from North Haven! And a happy belated Thanksgiving! Penrose, Bill and I made our customary trip to central Maine to spend the holiday with my parents, sisters, brothers-in-law, and my nephew, now a sturdy two-month-old. We walked down to Parker Pond before dinner with my nephew bundled up and strapped to his father’s chest. […]
Although the thought of traveling with a young country kid to the big city seems daunting, cities are full of young kids. They’re scootering down the sidewalks ahead of their parents, climbing on the playhouse at the park, and taking advantage of all the fun things a city has to offer.
Hello from North Haven! By the light of a pink and purple sunset, the Hebrew calendar ticked over last night from 5777 to 5778. My husband and three-year-old daughter and I invited a few other families – none of them Jewish – to share the evening with us, and we laughed as the kids took […]