Dear Readers,

We’re celebrating the end of the secular year with a salute to the blog posts you loved the most in 2014. The data is in; these stories are the ones you voted for with your mouse. Follow below to your heart’s content.

A happy and healthy new year to you and the ones you love.

~Mayyim Hayyim


Here I Am

by Rachel Hillman

HillmanPhoto3Hineni, I said aloud.  Here I am, marking today as a transition point from one part of my life to another.  I removed my nail polish, which covered the discoloration due to chemotherapy on my once-beautiful (and soon-to-be-beautiful-again) nail beds.


The Shave for the Brave: Getting Ready at the Mikveh

by Rabbi Emma Gottlieb

Emma GottliebIt started with vanity. My friends and heads and I didn’t think I could do it. I am told my hair is one of my best (physical) features. I couldn’t imagine being without it. I still can’t, to be honest, but in a matter of weeks I won’t have to imagine it. Because I’m doing it – The Shave for the Brave. Because I couldn’t sit comfortably with my vanity; because there are children dying of cancer; because there are so many awful things that happen in the world that we can’t do anything about BUT THIS ISN’T ONE OF THEM.


A Kosher Lesbian Jew

by Cindy Kalish

Cindy KalishIt is hard to believe that it has been 10 years. A decade since marriage between two people of the same gender became legal in Massachusetts. It is also a decade since I immersed in a mikveh for the first time.


You Have to Start Somewhere

by Shira M. Cohen-Goldberg

Shira Cohen-GoldbergYou have to start somewhere. Everybody starts somewhere. But my little one started and never got there. Now I am here, crying inside.

 


The Mikveh, Lady

by DeDe Jacobs-Komisar, Development Manager 

DeDe_Jacobs-Komisar_pic_1_I’m going to be honest – before I found this place I was totally ambivalent about the mikveh. Growing up Orthodox, we teenage girls were taught to venerate the mikveh as a mysterious, holy, beautiful thing.

We toured mikva’ot on school and camp field trips, where mikveh ladies would show us how gorgeous the rooms were, how intimate and spa-like the experience. That we would immerse monthly, for niddah, after marriage, was a foregone conclusion that did not even require discussion.