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The majority of us graduate high school and seminary, get married, have children, and move through the ages and stages of life. But not always is life’s journey so seamless. When the wedding band or baby appears a decade after one’s peers have reached that milestone, what happens? Does gratitude smooth out the wrinkles? Or does the woman whose most heartfelt desire was finally granted feel like she’s constantly playing catch-up?
As the battle for the sanctity of the Kosel continues to rage, Leah Aharoni’s inner battle to define authentic Jewish feminism has pitted her against the agenda of those seeking to “liberate the Wall.”
“I hear you’re looking for a manager,” my brother Benny began. His words rushed out — a sure sign that he was nervous. “The zman will be over in another few weeks, and I can start immediately.” Word had spread fast. The small printing business my in-laws had generously helped my husband and me set up when we married had grown beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. It was time to hire a manager, freeing me to devote my time to my large family. My brother assumed that he was the best candidate. On paper, h
The first ballet I watched was Swan Lake. I must have been four or five, and my parents had dropped me off at my grandmother’s, to go to yet another hospital appointment. Bubby already lived in a nursing home by then, but she was with-it and energetic still and was happy to watch me. There was a screen in the lounge; we walked past it as she led me to her room. But I didn’t follow her.