Not like Hamas is shooting rockets a dozen or so kilometres from my home...
It's not perjorative to acknowledge that I am awkward at paying shivah calls. If anything, the hope is we will have to pay too few to become overly comfortable with the procedure. On Motzei Shabbos, I dragged myself out for my last chance at nichum aveilim for a high school friend whose father passed away. Shlomo HaMelech says "Tov leches l'beis avel mi'leches l'beis mishteh"--"Better to go to a house of mourning than to a house of feasting [because the first evokes feelings of repentance the true meaning of life while the second masks the important mission of life with partying and indulgence]." I feel as though in many ways I arrived at the Shiva empty and left full.
The bright side of not having a car in Israel is meeting taxi drivers in Israel. It is an astonishing thing to realize that this profession is flooded with some of the most interesting, unique, and special neshamos and exposure to them on a regular basis is actually quite enriching.
If a writer blogs in the blogosphere and nobody responds, has she really blogged? Okay, not a perfect echo of the famous philosophical question regarding trees falling in forests, unheard, but a valiant attempt still.
My almost-eight very brilliant son whom I love so much was having a conversation with me on Shabbos.
About Riva Pomerantz
I'm a freelance writer, widely published in several magazines including the internationally-distributed Ami Magazine and Mishpacha Jewish Family Weekly. Riva's work also appears on the award-winning website www.aish.com, amongst others. You can buy my books here.