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Chana Perman

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Chana holds a master’s degree in special education, and has been in the field of education for twenty-five years. Her cherished roles as Jewish woman, mother and Learning Strategies instructor provide inspiration and material for writing at every turn.‎
Tu B or not to be never asks the tree (of existential anxiety blissfully free) Not needing to be any creation other than itself (can the same be said for you or me?) Hark, and bark! let us learn from the tree rejoicing in our identity (idiosyncrasies!) Ma...
An illustrious scholar, articulate and erudite espouses wisdom as the cameras roll His bookcase, displayed in the background, boasts scholarly tomes — and also — the unmistakable black on yellow print, shouting: Jewish History for Dummies Dareth scholar h...
"My father said: In Chassidus the 'beginning is wedged into the end and the end is wedged into the beginning.' This is the state of igulim, "circles," without beginning or end. Nonetheless, order and system are crucial..." (Hayom Yom, 7 Tamuz) Just when I...
‎On Tuesday at 6 PM ‎I’m home Fussing over basmati And humming homework tunes But when I called the library for renewal They said no-can-do Books have been twice‎ renewed And all are due today Off I went Dumping the bulky tomes into oversized shopping bag...
Once there was nobody who spent much of his time preoccupied with becoming somebody
Despite my great haste to Get Things Done I am stalled behind a Much Older One With quiet nostalgia She’s choosing a cheese My words are forming Well, excuse me, please I’m forty years younger I need to press on This mile-long shopping list My day not you...
She has a sign on her wall, much like The Writing on Wall saying (as she’s praying): This too shall pass
Remind me, somehow remind me, of the eighteen days ‘till when I, in spinning cyclone of summer have, again, emptied writhing soaked towel mass knotted in sand-slicked bathing gear into the machine, it’s hum a heartbeat alongside mine,
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