Another week’s seminar in my maggid training course. Maggid: story-teller, wise person.
And I’m mad they’re holding it on Christmas week. Yes, it’s a Jewish seminar, but still, it’s a lousy week for holding a seminar, and it will be the first time ever that I’ve been away from my family at this time. Yes, I know that in times past, I would have enjoyed such a thing — any holiday with Mom was a trial. But now, I want to be with my menfolk, and I want to be with the maggid training people.
Peter says, in that sullen way particular to eighteen-year-olds, “We’re not Jewish.”
Well, I am, almost. A middle-aged almost-Jewish lady with an acidy stomach and too many cats. Is that a mental image or what?
white pebble 