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Loren Minsky |
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 Loren is a writer who is passionate about figuring out life and sharing the lessons she learns in a real and honest way. An avid magazine reader and writer, she also posts regularly on her blog in the hope that readers will be left feeling heard, less alone and inspired. Originally from South Africa, she now lives in Jerusalem with her husband and daughters.
My 3-year-old was awake for a chunk of the night again. We’re trying to break a bad habit of letting her climb into bed with us for part of the night or giving in to her insistent demands at other times that we sleep in her bed. You see, I am nine months ...
She screamed at me for minutes on end, as I sat there, unable to get a word in, feeling terribly guilty and ashamed for the missed appointment and having wasted her time.
Aware I was breaking Shabbat, even as I continued to exercise this fanatical and futile habit, I was bombarded by thoughts like “It’s too late,” “It’s done,” “Why stop now?”
Chunks of time roll by without me even thinking to say thank you, without me remembering or acknowledging the gift of three years ago.
I tense every sinew of my body into a tight ball and drape my arms protectively around my head and ears and eyes. I am just a little girl, but I am beyond my years. I see my mom’s best path, but it is her path, and she is paralyzed by the notion and risk ...
Last week I remembered a part of me that had been long forgotten. Suffering from inflamed gums after dental surgery, I decided to try a fruit and vegetable juice fast to help the area heal. The rationale of my naturopath was that I would give my body a ch...
I decided to visit a renowned raw-food healer and see what she thought about my passion for fruit.
I believe in G‑d. Even before I became Torah observant, I felt His hand dancing through the events of my life. I saw purpose behind both the good and the bad, the happy and the painful.
Growing up, I watched a dear person in my life hold back from saying her piece and instead carry unexpressed energy in her body. She repeatedly considered, “What if I did things differently? What if I had spoken up?” As a result, I decided I would always ...
You follow me around all day, watching how you can undo me. And undo me you do.
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