As we stood at Har Sinai, we saw the thunder, heard the lightning. The lightning fades, but the sudden burst of clarity takes you forward. Six women share a moment that illuminated their path
Girls in the seventh grade are usually busy with hairstyles and shoes and homework. In whispered conversations with classmates they might ponder the shidduch date they aren’t supposed to know their brother is on, and whether or not their teacher is expecting.
I, on the other hand, was a tomboy busy with hockey and softball and homework. In whispered conversations with classmates we pondered the Abominable Snowman, Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and the Bermuda Triangle.