Like Mother, Like Daughter

One thing about being a mother that never ceases to amaze me is how our kids are always watching us. Always. Their antenna is always on and picking up signals from us. Forget Mommy, I’m thinking it would be more helpful is they just called me RM. No, not Rivka Malka, that’s RM for Role […]

Tying The Perfect Tichel Part 1

      Hey, I always thought my name was Rivka Malka. But a while back I caught on that to a whole bunch of people, I’m simply “The Tichel Lady.” I’ve been covering my head with tichels (headscarves) for about 15 years now and truthfully I’m just as crazy about them as I always […]

The Best Tichel Ever!

Its pretty ironic that Jessie and I met at a wedding. You see, awhile ago when I first started wearing tichels, I had my little guidelines. I used to say ” I love to wear tichels, but  for special occasions I wear a beautiful wig.” And that’s what I did. But I started to notice […]

Cholent

            My husband  (pictured here, with my daughter Hadassa) makes the cholent. And he does a seriously good job. If you’re not familiar with cholent, think like this; Cholent  is to Jews what minestrone is to Italians.  We make it Friday afternoon when we’re preparing for Shabbos and it simmers happily until we serve […]

Catching Up!

  I haven’t posted in so long and I have so much to catch you up on. It’s amazing how much life goes on in three  weeks. There was so much I was going to write about that’s just flown by! Like,the three little kittens were born on our porch this week. And how my […]

A Marrano Jew

You wouldn’t recoginize me when I’m with my sisters.  I’m totally unfriendly. It’s not that I don’t want to be friendly, but in my family we’re all “people people.” And I get nervous. It can take about a half a minute between meeting someone new and being in conversation with them for the rest of […]

Video;You Pray, I Pray, We all Pray Together!

The whole world is in turmoil On our own, we may not be much Like one leg of a centipede, hobbling along Without the others, it can’t go far- or anywhere On our own, we’re like a worn rubber wheel rolling down the road wobbling crazily then dropping -eventually unattached to the car that would […]

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