High Holidays: A Personal Revelation
Happy New Year
When I was growing up, generally the only time spent in religious services was during the High Holidays. Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. The big ones. The Jewish New Year and the Day of Atonement.
Rather than focusing on the meaning of these holy days, my teenage self focused on shopping the fall fashion trends and debuting my new boots, skirts, dresses, etc. I can remember being excited to have an excuse to wear high heels and the sound of them clicking through the halls of the high school where my synagogue held services. But, what I can’t remember is, feeling connected to the significance of these holidays.
Once we arrived, usually late (I always did my best to stall), it was excuse after excuse to be released from the service. “I need to go to the bathroom”, “I need to stretch my legs”, “My pantyhose are twisted”, “All my…
