Bat Mitzvah

     Last Saturday morning, I attended the bat mitzah, the coming-of-age ceremony, of a friend from French class.  Daryl, the friend, is eighty-eight years old.  Her friend Ellen, also a grandmother, had her bat mitzvah at the Shabbat service, too.       Shortly after the service began—in Hebrew—I was pleased to hear familiar words.  Baruch atah… Continue reading Bat Mitzvah

Chatting

     Tuesday was a wonderful day, sunny and warm, a welcome relief after our late snow.  Trees were blooming.  Flowers were blooming.  The grass was so green now that it reminded me of Ireland.  Cardinals had built a nest in the rosebush twining around our porch, and Mrs. Cardinal was already sitting on eggs.     … Continue reading Chatting