Flip Flop If there is one item in my wardrobe that is

Flip Flop

If there is one item in my wardrobe that is emblematic of my personality and lifestyle, it is the flip flop. Unlike many women, I'm not shoe crazy; I don't even own too many shoes. Flip flops and sandals are another matter. The mere sight of them in a store or catalog is enough to bring a smile to my face as my mind suddenly fills with images of gentle, plumeria-scented trade

The Invisible Woman Before my younger son was born, I would

The Invisible Woman

Before my younger son was born, I would regularly attend a weekly Torah class at my local Chabad. One class in particular stands out even after several years. I had arrived a few minutes early, and the only person in the room was a clean shaven, elegantly dressed older gentleman reading a paper. I greeted him politely. He completely ignored me; he simply continued to

Fear of a Black Hatted Blogger Stumbling across Hasidic

Fear of a Black Hatted Blogger

Stumbling across Hasidic Rebel's blog (eons ago) was like the first time I heard the music of Run-DMC: the rush of encountering something new and exciting, along with the knowledge that it was part of something that was only going to get bigger.

In many respects, the comparison to rap music is apt. In a recent post, Yoinoson observed that blogs, being the '

. . . Come, see real flowers of this painful world. --

. . .


Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.

-- Basho