Beshert | Really Glad We Didn’t Skip That Party
That we met on February 22, my Grandma Clara’s birthday, my parents’ wedding day and my Bar Mitzvah day on my mom’s and dad’s 22nd anniversary, must be pure coincidence, right? We chose our wedding day, June 10th, randomly; it turned out to be my grandparents’ wedding day nearly 70 years earlier. Another coincidence… unless one accepts that beshert operates in strange and mysterious ways.
Beshert | The Eight Months Of (Well, After) Hanukkah
I met Laurie at a Hanukkah party in Fort Collins, Colorado, a small town that had almost no other single Jews my age. Our mutual...
Beshert | My Daughter, the Career Game Changer
My daughter’s embrace of my jokes once they entered our home, sweet home, made the cycle of birth feel complete. This dreamy crossbreed of Punky Brewster and Lady Gaga makes this crazy good dada feel more blessed than the rest.
Beshert | Open Book Finds Editor
The truth is, we are an odd couple, Gidon and I. He is from the Czech Republic, I am from California, I like cats, him...
Beshert | Wait, No Drama?
He once asked me, “Does it bother you that I spend so much time inside my head?” And hand to G-d, my answer was, “I’m sorry, what did you say? I wasn’t listening.” Now if that isn’t beshert…
Beshert | A Feline Love Story
Beshert surprised me in the five-pound form of a rescue cat with one eye and a crooked gait.