“You know when you’re watching a horror film and the girl is about to head into the shed because she forgot her sweater? And you’re sitting there watching the whole thing and cringing, saying, ‘No, no, no!! Just don’t go into that shed! Just forget about your sweater!’”
“Well, that’s how I feel when I read your dating columns.”
This from a friend whom I saw at a party on the Upper West Side. Which is another way of saying, this is the first I had heard of the “Abby as singles’ horror columnist” before.
The Days of Awe and the nagging marriage question.
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The days of Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur are supposed to be days of judgment by God. But for singles, they are often days of judgment by family and friends who ask the inevitable — and inevitably annoying — question: “Why aren’t you married yet?”
They have different skin colors and different mother tongues. But Ethiopian-born Nurit Beru Kuchuk says: "We have so much in common. We both moved to Israel with our families at a young age and both served in the Israeli army." Her Moldova-born husband, Gennady Kuchuk, adds: "We both spent time in the U.S.; and we are both film professionals." Nurit is a photographer; Gennady is a script writer and film director.
Because I got to yoga a little early, the religious guys were still there.
You see, the class before mine is exclusively for “fervently orthodox men.” They’re American, and baalei teshuva and embody this weird combination of a modern, American sensibility with this newfound holiness.
Not that I’m saying they are holy men, only that they are always looking at the world through the lens of Torah, and by that I mean of G-dliness.