Tonight, as we all prepare to celebrate and light our Chanukkiyot, my husband and I have an extra reason to celebrate; our own Chanukkah miracle you might say. One year ago on the 25th of Kislev, we married. By the graciousness of our rabbi, he let us get married on the first night of Chanukkah! He even suggested instead of a unity candle to light the Chanukkah menorah as our first act together as man and wife. This year—for many, for all—we have endured unprecedented challenges. For ...
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My Mementos, His Promises
Three years ago this month, almost to the day, I was in Israel. G-d, how I miss it. I know I've written about it before, multiple times, possibly to an annoying extent. I'm not sorry. Unless you've been to Israel, you may not understand how such a place can change you. Forever. And I think I'll be writing about Israel for just as long, too. Of all the changes which continue to affect me, I believe the greatest of all is the strengthening of my trust in Hashem. Going to ...
A Life of Hope
Yesterday, I did a mini-musing on Instagram. Today, I want to follow-up with more thoughts. Live a life full of hope,” I said. People often equate positivity, optimism, etc. as the successful way to live, barring all negativity as the source of all unhappiness. I disagree. Strongly. Positivity, a positive lifestyle, however you want to describe it – is bupkis. Light cannot exist without darkness, nor the reverse. Darkness is not inherently evil. Negativity, thus, is merely a result of the ...
What’s on my Shelf: Malediction Trilogy and ACOTAR Series
I realise this a bit of a change from the bi-monthly reviews I write. However, between tweaking my new website and reading new material, I realised I neglected to write a few reviews in addition to needing to write my bi-monthly update. Thus, we’re going to break from tradition a bit. The following reviews are for two series I’ve read. And as always, spoilers! Malediction Trilogy by Danielle L. Jensen I stumbled across this series thanks to Elise Kova, who was instagramming about ...
The Megaphone of Pain
A few weeks ago, I wrote about being more confident, about my journey of learning to stand up for myself; of removing my masks to be wholly accepted as who I am, not what others perceive me to be. The irony is since then, I have felt my words, my convictions tested, pushed to their limits in an incubator of trial. It’s as if some force is questioning me, saying, “Oh, really? You’re growing confident now? Let’s see about that.” And BAM! The crap hit the proverbial fan. I experienced extreme ...
