I am thankful for my Mom, who makes everything possible.
I am thankful for my dogs, present and past, who fill my life with joy and laughter.
I am thankful for my blogging friends and my friends-in-real-life who listen and give so much of themselves.
I am thankful for my students, who challenge me and entertain me and teach me and keep me on my toes.
I am thankful for my family, near and far, who keep me connected to the past and the future.
I am thankful for my Hebrew teachers and fellow students who keep bringing me closer to the dream of seeing and hearing and feeling Israel for myself.
I am thankful for books and TV shows and movies for keeping me informed and entertained and alternately distracted from and attached to the world around me.
I am thankful for good food, especially yummy food like pizza and sushi and chocolate frosting, for making life so rich.
I am thankful for my memories, because they make me who I am.
I am thankful for rainy days and talkative birds and flowers and leaves of every color and I am thankful for dreams of snow days yet to come.
And I am thankful for hope, because it has gotten me through so many rotten days when nothing seemed okay, because it allowed me to always, always, imagine something wonderful up ahead.
I hope everyone had a wonderful (entertaining, complicated, meaningful, delicious, and peaceful) Thanksgiving.
And a Happy Chanukah to come for those who celebrate!
If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my Young Adult novel, Yeshiva Girl, on Amazon. And if you feel called to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.
Yeshiva Girl is about a Jewish teenager on Long Island, named Isabel, though her father calls her Jezebel. Her father has been accused of inappropriate sexual behavior with one of his students, which he denies, but Izzy implicitly believes it’s true. As a result of his problems, her father sends her to a co-ed Orthodox yeshiva for tenth grade, out of the blue, and Izzy and her mother can’t figure out how to prevent it. At Yeshiva, though, Izzy finds that religious people are much more complicated than she had expected. Some, like her father, may use religion as a place to hide, but others search for and find comfort, and community, and even enlightenment. The question is, what will Izzy find?