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Connecting the Queens Jewish Community When Mrs. Porter heard a knock at the door of her Baltimore home one evening at suppertime, she...
My family tries to maximize our time when we travel from our home in Israel to the US. We try to fit in as much touring, family and friend time, and shopping as we can.
In my present life, I welcome the opportunity to write on the topic of addiction. But, this was not always the case. Life experiences, knowledge, and the healing of time has brought a clarity of thought and feelings to be shared. For some, this article may include new information and insight on the effect of addiction on families, an opportunity to experience an inside view on addiction and how it can challenge a parent’s love. For others, it may be an all too familiar page from the story of your life, a chronicle that validates personal experiences that happen when addiction comes to your home.
Dear Diet Diary,
I really did not want to have a weigh-in in the middle of Chanukah, but that was the only appointment that was available. I guess in a way it was good knowing that I had to face the scale right after Chanukah, because it did help keep things in check, but unfortunately, I still gained some weight. When discussing this with Alice, she explained that sometimes we feel we are making good choices, when in fact the foods we are eating are far from dietetic. Here are some examples she gave:
Recap: Bayla is traveling with her brother on a train to Paris to visit her cousin Sophie who was in an accident and needs cheering up and encouragement
“The home should be perceived as a microcosm of the universe. “
- Rebbe Menachem Mendel Schneerson.
When the holiday of Chanukah appears on my radar screen, I find that all of my senses are awakened as I begin my walk down memory lane and relive my annual Chanukah recollections. In my mind I am able to hear the singing of “HaNeiros Halalu” and “Ma’oz Tzur” that was often followed by the high-pitched ripping of gift wrap paper as Chanukah gifts were opened. As I inhale, the aroma of latkes that wafted from the kitchen still fills my nose. I can see my extended family joking around in the living room as we joined together for our annual Shabbos Chanukah-fest. My mouth waters as I recall the sweet taste of sufganiyot, jelly oozing down my throat. But at this time of year I also think about one Chanukah experience I had many years ago that was different from all others and never again repeated.
