Please take a look at a delightful new children’s book published by my adopted sister, Rabbi Galina Trefil. In short, this book teaches kids that it’s ok to be different and that in fact, being different is beautiful! I will be reviewing it later this month!
Link to Cape for Kali
Just a quicky Hi to you guys! I am so honored that so many of you are still sticking with me even though I’ve been on a bit of a radio silence for a while.I want you to know that I am doing better and although I miss my mom every moment, I am learning to move forward. I am starting to read again at my usual pace and have actually a book in mind that was given to me during my mourning that I would love to comment on here. Alice Hoffman does wonderful nonfiction, you guys!
Anyway, I will be back soon, hopefully after this weekend’s birthday celebration. That would be my own, and I think I might be ready to celebrate myself even though I feel rather wistful at the same time.
One month ago, my mommy had gotten diagnosed with diffused large b cell lymphoma. Two weeks ago, she began her first chemo cycle. Thirty eight hours ago my beloved mommy passed away. She handled chemo like a trouper, didn’t complain or ask for anything. For several days after chemo ended, she felt fine. Then the fatigue set in and things unraveled from there. On Tuesday she ended up in the ER and eventually ICU as everything got worse. On Friday, early in the morning despite putting up an insanely hard fight given how sick she became, my mother went back to her first family: her mother, father and older sister.
You may ask me how I can write right now. With a great amount of difficulty but full clarity of mind. I am the younger of two, and the daughter and I don’t think I grasped even the millimeter of how much I love my mother until now, how close I was with her. This blog is important to me and I feel like I’ve bonded with you all to the point where I can share my real life with you. My mom is (and I think I am going to be saying is for a long time) a very private, old fashioned person, I don’t think she understood what a blog really was and I seem to recall her pretty much rolling her eyes at me when I told her about it. But she cared about what made me happy and having this outlet makes me happy. She had the same attitude towards Facebook.
She instilled the love of reading and books in me which led me to this blog in the first place. As many kids, I didn’t share myself fully with mom and though I know she was often hurt by it, she understood. She raised me to be loyal and independent, stubborn and private like she was. I wasn’t always the easiest daughter but I know she always knew how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. On her last day, I started reading to her from a book she shared with me as a child, a book we both read as kids. And I know she was happy to hear me read to her, maybe she thought it was cheesy but I know she heard me and it comforts me that we could share this even when she was asleep.
I love you мама.
There are many ways young children encounter stories. A new study finds a “Goldilocks effect,” where a cartoon may be “too hot” and audiobooks “too cold” f
— Read on www.kqed.org/mindshift/51281/whats-going-on-in-your-childs-brain-when-you-read-them-a-story
Gosh, how long has it been? Let’s just say the last year plus has been full of change: home change, job change, daycare change for my little and just all around different stuff. So I do apologize for not being around but I’m hopeful I can change that in 2020. I’ve been reading on and off but it’s hard to get back on a genre here when you’ve been mentally rather scattered when it comes to reading. Interestingly enough in the last year especially I’ve been very much mood reading, meaning for some time I’ll stick with a specific genre (let’s say history only or books with no heartbreaking subjects) and all the other books linger…..as I try and try and try to focus. Is it getting older? Is it having a toddler? I don’t know. All I know is I’m changing, but dang it, I am not leaving this blog behind!
In the meantime, here’s me and my TWO year old, lord where has it gone?
Kate Middleton Took Incredible Photos of Holocaust Survivors and Their Grandchildren – Kveller
— Read on www.kveller.com/kate-middleton-took-incredible-photos-of-holocaust-survivors-and-their-grandchildren/
American Jews need to fund and support projects that help tell the stories of Jews who were killed by gunshot in the East.
— Read on forward.com/opinion/425672/not-all-jews-were-killed-in-concentration-camps-during-the-holocaust-we/
The Jewish News of Northern California
— Read on www.jweekly.com/
Troye Sivan Helped Me Get Engaged. Then Came a Nightmare at Rabbinical School. – Alma
— Read on www.heyalma.com/troye-sivan-helped-me-get-engaged-then-came-a-nightmare-at-rabbinical-school/
Currently attempting to finish The Tattooist of Auschwitz before the library Lon expires for probably the 5th time.
I don’t know what I can offer review wise because it seems to me this book is getting a ton of well deserved press from oodles of other people. It’s a wonderful piece of literature and history and nothing I could offer would be profound or new or more meaningful than anything that hasn’t been already said.
What it does remind me while reading it now in conjunction with so much anti-Israel feeling in the world is that this ANTI is not new. Within living memory of some of us, more than 6 million of us were brutally murdered, not counting over a million Roma, disabled, members of LGBT community and anyone else the Nazi regime deemed unhuman. Do I agree with all of the political policies in Israel? NO. But my people deserve our own place under the sun. And not because we were murdered but because it is our historical homeland. Quit denying it under the guise of supporting Palestine. It always boils down to hating the Jews. If you are anti Zionist, you don’t believe Jews have a right to their own land. It’s the same damned argument of the last 2 millennia. You don’t want us in your land and yet you deny us the right to our own history as well. I didn’t realize we sprung out of ether after all.