The Familiar

I felt out of sorts last week when, for the first time since college, I spent the Jewish high holy day Rosh Hashanah, without my family.  I should clarify that I’m not particularly religious.  I’ve discussed my ambivalence about religion before on my blog.  However, a traditionalist I am.  There are the rituals that come with certain holidays for me, the family dinners, the prayers,  the walks around my mother’s neighborhood with my children in between services at synagogue,  the rhythm of those days, so deeply ingrained in me, that the diversion from the familiar felt awkward. I briefly entertained … Continue reading