In the Pink

Are you talking to me?

November 9, 2009 · 27 Comments

abraham-and-isaac-on-mount-moriahFriday night at the table, my son was talking about Avraham and how he was commanded by God to sacrifice his son Yitzchak. My son said ‘if that were me, I would say, Dad, you hearing voices again? They told you to do what? You seriously need professional help.”

While we all laughed and I shared the story with friends because it is funny and cute – how did the people back then believe that these leaders / prophets were communicating with God and not just hearing voices?

If Avraham were alive today – would he be incarcerated in a mental institution for having delusions, and medicated for schizophrenia, locked up for attempted murder? What about the other prophets? Moshe talked to a burning bush – in this day and age we wouldn’t look at these events in the same way as they did.

What changed? How could we trust that nevuah (prophecy), and not trust someone who today says they spoke with God?

(Asking the question because it’s bothering me, I am not looking to be a kofer at all)

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Kallah Classes – Did They Help?

November 9, 2009 · 25 Comments

After a lively discussion yesterday with members of the Twitter JewCrew about Mikvah, Taharat HaMishpacha and its personal significance, I was asked if the Kallah Classes I had taken before my recent marriage made a difference in how I saw the mitzvah of Mikvah and how I view the mitzvah of Taharat HaMishpacha. My answer was way too long to be squeezed into 140 characters, so I promised to blog it.

Firstly from Kallah Magazine – “What are Kallah classes? Kallah classes are given one on one or in a small group to teach Jewish brides the laws of Taharas Hamishpacha (Family Purity) including laws concerning preparation for and immersion in the mikvah, laws of Niddah, Jewish views on topics concerning intimacy and Shalom Bayis.”

(Men are also supposed to learn the laws with a revered Rabbi).

Secondly, let’s define Niddah – A woman is said to be a Niddah when she is menstruating, or has menstruated without yet completing the associated ritual requirements. Childbirth also renders a woman Niddah.

My first go around with kallah classes was when I was 20 and getting married for the first time. From what I remember from that long ago the one on one class was more of an instruction manual, how to go the mikvah and when, when you can touch your husband, when you can’t. I do not remember being given any hashkafah (religious philosophy) at all about the significance of the mitzvah. It was a how-to class. Nothing more.

This time around, even though initially I resisted the request by the rabbi to take classes again, it was a different story. I told the rabbi that I had been married for 12 years, been to the mikvah over 100 times, knew the laws inside and out, what more could I possibly learn. How wrong I was! Yes I knew the basics, but I needed the hashkafah big time!

It was precisely the fact that we didn’t have to dwell on the minutiae of the laws for too long because of my familiarity with them, that we were able to focus on the spirituality of the mitzvah, of the holiness of the marital bond. I was able to take my experiences from my first marriage, learn from them and use that toward strengthening my experience with this marriage.

It helped that my teacher is an awesome woman. A woman who has been married to her husband for well over 20 years, someone whose face glowed every time she talked about him. I wanted that. I wanted to still love my husband and talk about him like that 20 years from now. Teach me, I said, teach me to still look at him the same way after all that time.

There were many things that we discussed that are not appropriate for me to air in this public forum, but I will say that our talks opened my eyes and gave me a perspective that I cherish now, and will cherish forever.

Let me just give one example. We talked about the importance of the Harchakot. What are the Harchakot? Distancing behaviours observed when a women is Niddah and forbidden sexually to her husband. In my view I had thought these practices ridiculous. Why would passing a plate directly to my husband turn him on? Or fixing his collar? Holding his hand as we walk down the street – where is the harm in that? It isn’t sexual. Why are we punishing the woman for having her period?

The way this awesome teacher explained it to me that it isn’t about forbidding all these things because the woman is “impure”. It is about keeping these things special for a time when the couple can be together in all ways. Its purpose is to prevent simple touches from being mundane and boring. The purpose is to make every physical interaction between the couple very special.

Put it this way. You kiss your husband goodbye every morning when he goes to work. And every evening when he comes home. Every day it’s the same. After a while the feeling isn’t special any more. When you haven’t kissed him in 12 days, trust me, that goodbye kiss in the morning is more powerful than anything.

The minimum amount of time that a woman is Niddah / spiritually impure is usually 12 days. After those 12 days she goes to the mikvah to immerse herself and purify her body and soul. It is not about being dirty and getting clean, as in fact a woman has to be squeaky clean before she immerses. It’s about washing away the previous month, and being renewed for a new month.

When a couple has not been together sexually in that time, the anticipation of mikvah night is huge. A husband will be told by his wife when she plans on immersing. It’s a reunion that is so beautiful and so precious and so right and so very private. It would not be that way if there had been no physical separation for a certain period of time. It’s like a honeymoon all over again.

It isn’t easy. No one will lie to you and say that it is. No one will tell you that you are not allowed to spend time alone together either. You just have to be aware of your limits. We are all human, and we hopefully want to be with our spouses in every possible way – but the rewards of observing these laws are huge. Marriage is about intimacy which isn’t just sex. It’s about being in the moment with someone you love. It’s about sharing your personal physical and emotional space. The Niddah period gives a couple time to work on their emotional connection.

To be honest with you all, I learned about a whole different side of marriage with my Kallah teacher. She taught me how to appreciate the Harchakot, and how to make the most of my marriage in many ways. I doubt that I would have been able to learn all of that if her own marital bliss had not been evident and if I would not have felt comfortable discussing all aspects of a marriage with her. Maybe because I was previously married I had a level of comfort speaking about these things.

Taharat HaMishpacha, Niddah, Mikvah – many young people think it is all about sex. It is not. The purpose of these mitzvoth are to enhance one’s marriage and to keep that marital bond strong and sacred.

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Review of CoverYourHair.com products

November 9, 2009 · 5 Comments

I recently was lucky enough to win a gift certificate to CoverYourHair.com. I ordered two hats and a tichel / scarf. I had trouble ordering through the website, but soon after I had emailed customer support, I received a phone call, so that my order could be processed in a timely fashion. My order was taken over the phone. I was very impressed with their professionalism.

I had everything shipped to my NY address – saves on taxes and shipping. My order arrived within 3 days. KoD brought the box up with him this past weekend.

I had a lot of fun opening it – I am still like a little kid when I get deliveries. I love the anticipation of having new things. The first thing that struck me was how nicely wrapped the hats were – in gold tissue paper. Presentation is very important to me, and I was nicely surprised with this.

The hats were the ones I had ordered, with foam circles in them to keep their shape. The scarf was nicely folded in a plastic sleeve. I opened up the scarf, and was a bit disappointed as to the quality. I had expected something a little thicker – it seemed very sheer to me. KoD wasn’t thrilled with how it looked on me, either. But I think it is fine for hanging out in, on dress down days. This tichel is actually perfect to braid the way I like to do.

I love the hats. My kids call them lampshades – but they mean it in an affectionate way. I am very fussy when it comes to hats – not too tight, brim not too big, hat not too fussy. These seem to fit the bill perfectly. I can wear them with all my hair tucked under, with my hair out, or with a fall, they do not hurt the head if you wear them all day – they are really soft. I suffer a lot from headaches and if hats are too tight on my head, it exacerbates the symptoms. I doubt I will have a problem with these hats. They will also keep my head warm this winter while helping me look stylish.

In a nutshell, I am extremely happy with my head coverings.

Here are some pix:

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Coming within the week – a CoverYourHair.com giveaway. Stay tuned.

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Google Voice

November 8, 2009 · 4 Comments

I received an invite for Google Voice, which I will hopefully set up soon, next time I am in the states. What exactly will it do for me? I was all excited about google wave and I just don’t see the point of that, will this be the same? I don’t talk tech speak, I need simple sentences….

Secondly, there has been much talk about choosing a cool number. Let’s have some suggestions for a cool number for me.

Thank you!

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Response to a comment re: Jewish husbands

November 8, 2009 · 7 Comments

Last week we discussed a reader’s failing marriage and had some reader input into how they dealt with their own marriages and subsequent divorces. One of our readers, Rebecca, left this comment… I want to attempt to answer it here to the best of my ability.

“Are many Orthodox husbands, standoffish, with their wives and children? I am surprised to read from the women how unhappy they are. R some of these marriages arranged, or have the couples had very little time to get to know one other. My understanding of relationships is that the couple do not spend time together alone. Is that an accurate statement.”

Orthodox men are no more “standoffish” with their wives and kids than any other group of men. In fact, some of the women who commented on that post were NOT necessarily married to orthodox men and NOT necessarily Jewish or religious themselves. I have no clue about the divorce statistics of Orthodox couples vs non-ortho or even non-Jewish, but I would imagine that similar marital problems can exist across the whole spectrum.

“Arranged” marriages are not a thing of the past, however they are more prevalent in the Chassidic community, and this is a community I do not know much about. Most Orthodox couples, even if brought together by a shadchan, a matchmaker, have the chance to get to know each other before deciding to get married. No one is forced into it.

As to “the couple do not spend time together alone” – totally false. Judaism is very encouraging of alone time within a marriage. Yes, there are times during the woman’s cycle that they cannot be physically intimate with each other, but that doesn’t mean that they cannot have quality time together. Quite the opposite. The physical break reinforces the emotional bond that they have with each other.

Most of the Orthodox homes I have been in there is a strong connection between both parents and the children, and between husband and wife. The marital bond may not be shown by physical demonstration – that kind of stuff is private, not for the public to see. You may not see Orthodox couples embracing or touching – but that does not mean there is no love there, or no bond. It does not show standoffishness. Quite the opposite. The touch between a married couple is precious and sacred, and there is no need to cheapen it by demonstrating it for all to see.

Rebecca, I know you are seeking to expand your knowledge, I hope I helped in some way. If you have more questions please do not hesitate to ask.

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What’s your favourite movie?

November 8, 2009 · 8 Comments

movieSo the KoD and I went to the movies last night. We saw “Law Abiding Citizen” which was awesome, yet very scary. My 14 year old son has asked to see it. I doubt I will EVER let him see it. Too gruesome.

So of course this leads to a discussion on favourite movies etc. KoD is very much a typical male in that he only likes to watch a movie once, and that’s it. Us women, well, we can watch a favourite film over and over and over again, and still not be done with it. I cannot tell you how many times I have watched Love Story and I still cry, even tho, KoD, I know what’s going to happen. Maybe it’s a man / woman thing?

So I say to the KoD, but what about our wedding video, you still haven’t seen it. His response, bless him? “But I was there, what do I need to see the video for?!” Le sigh….

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My Judaism

November 6, 2009 · 20 Comments

A Guest Post from FrumGoth

I grew up in a secular Jewish home, going to the synagogue with my family on the high holidays, lighting a menorah on chanukah, and attending “hebrew school” for several hours a week after public school got out.  One of my hebrew school teachers invited myself and a few other girls for a shabbos.  I remember the beautiful, warm atmosphere that filled her home, and the feeling of peace that descended on all of us that shabbos. I knew that this was something special, but unfortunately I did not continue with hebrew school, or any involvement in the synogogue, during my teenage years. The pull of peer pressure was too strong, and my friends and I became involved in a somewhat reckless lifestyle, hanging out and partying, devoid of anything constructive or positive. We would buy kegs of beer, bottles of liquor and wine, and go to a friend’s house whose parents were away. If no house was available, we would set up the party in an abandoned field or a deserted camp site up in the mountains. I remember piling into cars afterwards and practically flying back down to town. I have no idea how we survived.

I also started dating someone who was very different from me, yet in some ways so similar. He was not Jewish, lived in the “projects” and he was black. He was a talented artist, intelligent, a good person, but he was wrapped up in a world in which he had to sell drugs and steal to survive. We were similar in that we felt that love could overcome differences, and the divisions between race and class. We both felt that we didn’t quite fit in to the worlds that we came from.  I loved him very much, but it was heart breaking to see him fall into trouble again and again, trouble that I could not help him out of, no matter how much I tried.

Somehow, amidst this chaos, I became involved in NCSY (National Conference of Synagogue Youth) and attended Shabbatons. Again, the spirit of Shabbos had an effect on me, and some of the counselors saw that I was very interested. They told me about a college in New York City called Touro, which had a mechina (beginners) program for people like me, who have a limited background in Orthodox Judaism.  I was already a senior in high school, and applying to various SUNY colleges for the following year.  However, I decided that I wanted to go to Touro and become more religious.  My parents accepted this decision, although it seemed a little crazy. We called up and made the arrangements, I got accepted, and went off to Touro and NYC that fall, without ever having so much as visited it. I basically just jumped in. Somehow I knew that it was the right thing to do.  A good friend of mine who had also become involved in NCSY went to Touro as well, and we were roommates for many of our years there.  The hardest part of this was having to break up with my boyfriend. He understood somehow, and he went on to become involved in religion himself (a different religion, although I prayed for a long time that he would find Judaism), which helped him to break away from the destructive lifestyle that he had been enmeshed in.

Touro’s program was amazing. I learned halacha (Jewish law), chumash (the five books of Moses), nuvi (prophets), Hebrew, etc., in addition to the secular subjects.  My suitemates showed me the ropes in terms of getting around the city, details of keeping a kosher kitchen, and basic Orthodox lifestyle.  I made so many new friends, wonderful people, and with varying levels of Orthodox Judaism.  I grew in so many ways, spiritually, religiously, and socially.  I maintained a close relationship with my parents, brother, aunts, uncles, and cousins. At times the adjustment to my new lifestyle was difficult for my parents, but they supported me every step of the way.

I got married in 1990 and have three wonderful children. Sadly the marriage ended in divorce, but I maintain an Orthodox lifestyle, and my ex-husband and I are trying our best to successfully “co-parent”.  I am so happy to be able to raise my children as Orthodox Jews.  It is a lifestyle that fosters kindness, a love for learning and continual growth, and helping others. I feel that G-d led me down a certain path, and enabled me to find the right place for myself, and for my children.

*** I think it is important to add that years later I ran into my boyfriend from high school and we had a nice time catching up and talking about our respective children.  He also married, divorced, and has a beautiful daughter.  I know it sounds somewhat cruel, that I sacrificed my relationship with him in order to take on my religion, but I believe in my heart that it was not meant for us to be together, and I am glad that he is in a much better place than he was back in high school.

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FrumGoth lives in NYC and has been working as an occupational therapist for the past 16 years. She gets much enjoyment from watching her children grow up. FrumGoth has a zest for life and is devoted to her friends, family, and two cats.

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Cry Me a River

November 5, 2009 · 15 Comments

You are probably sick of hearing how difficult a week this has been for me. I am starting to fall apart at the edges but you guys won’t let me!! My girlfriends have sent me cyber-rope through facebook, so that if I get to the end of my rope, I have something more to hold onto. Some of it is even pink. My twitter buddies did twitter karaoke with me and we sang “I will survive”. My JewCrew have kept an awesome dialogue going that I have tried to follow – maybe when I have 6 years of the Mir under my belt I might be able to follow. My friends, RL ones and cyber ones, have been there for me, quietly giving me support. My own Pink cheering squad. A good friend here has been doing small grocery shops for me.

I lost it last night. Had a real huge crying jag while on the phone to my KoD. Bless him, he listened and didn’t try to fix. He seems to always know the right thing to say. I am not usually this big crybaby. Yeah, I cry at ridiculous commercials, and at weddings, and when someone says something really sweet. But that’s just a few choice tears. Last night was a full on tear-fest. Almost got to the hyperventilating stage that kids get to when throwing their tantrums.

What was getting to me? After a week of Florence Nightingale-ing I have to now think about Shabbat, go grocery shopping and cook. Something I do every week with joy. I am so tired and so worn out that just the idea of it made me shake. I am so desperate for a break. This single mommy thing is wearing thin about now. Add to that I wanted to do laundry and cleaning to day and the apartment building’s water is being turned off between 9 and 4. Fun…not! 4 kids home, and they cannot flush??

The kids will be fine while I pop to the shops. As they are on the mend I will give them a list of chores to do. My oldest will watch them, not a problem. I will get it all done. I could buy in all the Shabbat food, but the kids are still healing and they love my cooking. They need Ima’s chicken soup and schnitzel. I plan to bake challahs – kneading the dough will probably help me get out a lot of my frustration. But last night I was just so overwhelmed. I need a job-lot of Calgon to take me away. Serenity Now!!

This too shall pass…..Hook up the coffee IV……

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Kosher Jambalaya in the Crockpot

November 4, 2009 · 1 Comment

Ingredients

2 lb. diced, boneless chicken breasts (you could also used cooked chicken from a chicken soup)

3 polish beef sausages/kielbasa, sliced

1 large onion, chopped

1 red/green bell pepper, chopped

2 cloves garlic, chopped / or garlic powder – 2 tsps

Small can tomato paste

Large can diced tomatoes (I leave these out as someone has an aversion to tomatoes. I just use a large can of tomato sauce)

3-4 cups chicken stock / beef stock

1 tsp. cayenne pepper

1 tsp. black pepper

1 tsp. oregano

1 tsp. thyme

1 tsp. kosher salt

2 bay leaves

A scootch of Tabasco sauce

2 cups cooked white rice (you could also use brown rice, but you will need to cook the whole thing for about 15 minutes longer)

Preparation

Throw everything except the rice together in the crock pot. Cook for seven hours on low. About 45 minutes before you plan to serve it add the cooked rice.


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Pulling my hair out

November 4, 2009 · 15 Comments

FrazzledI am trying so hard to be positive and upbeat for my piggy-flu-ridden kids. This is day 5 of the ickie sickies. I am at the point that if I hear anyone call for Ima I may just run and hide. We have been inside for days, only in our own company. As the kids start to feel better, and they are BH, the bickering has started up again. You are sitting in my seat, it’s my turn to choose a movie, I don’t want to eat this I want that, he’s looking at me funny, don’t breathe on me….

Through it all, because they are sick, I am supposed to be extra patient and kind. I have been on duty for 130 hours with absolutely no break. (Or maybe with a 10 minute break to go get them fresh movies). I have slept, but fitfully, knowing they will need me in the night. A dear friend went shopping for me, but I have no energy to make the different meals they want. I made a huge pot of chicken soup and noodles last night. I ordered in pizza the night before. Taking a shower yesterday seemed a luxury.

Can’t ask anyone to come over and help me unless they have had the trayfluenza. BH none of my friends have.

I feel as if I am getting to the end of my rope, and there is not enough coffee in the world to help me today.

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