Disembarking for a layover is never enjoyable. I find this fact to be more annoyingly true when the layover is only two hours long, and you still need Shacharis, and, (more l’maasehdik), a coffee… My grumpy mood doesn’t help me navigate the security line- it seems to take forever. Watching the little conveyor belt whisking [...]
Around this time of year, the young boys spend their afternoons after Cheder industriously collecting any and any spare scrap of flammable material. Watching them going about their business, I often think it no accident that the founding fathers of Yerushalayim insisted on building with stone only. It wasn’t for fear of fires; rather, they [...]
A friend was telling me about a certain Mashgiach in a larger old-time out-of-town yeshiva. It seems that the bochurim of this particular place would return for Yomim Noraim every year, to bring back some of the kedusha they experienced in their former lives. Anyway, this Mashgiach would spend time on the days leading up [...]
(Warning. This one hurts… proceed at your own risk.) StillInShidduchim has this post about the pain of spending Yom Tov with the family. I quote, partially: And you wonder, if this is supposed to be a happy time, why am I in my room crying? Why do I feel so overworked? Why do I feel [...]
The more I write the less successful I know I’ll be in getting my point across. But try I must. Yes, this is a rant against making Pom Pesachs. No, I have nothing against Pomegranate per se. Yes, if you go to a hotel for Pesach you aren’t even on the map as far as [...]