Here’s a taste of Rabbi Susan Silverman’s article: "As I lay in my little house under the expansive black sky dotted with bright stars, Sarah prepared to stand under bright lights in front of thousands of people at Carnegie Hall. As I slept in the desert, my baby sister was on a stage. Such distance. Such contrast. Yet our connection to one another runs deep. For me, these are moments of God. Two seemingly opposing realities — separation and intimacy — co-existing, each fully."
As I lay in my hovel Thursday afternoon under a smoggy blue sky reading the Jewish Journal, my soulmate Danielle Berrin was blogging. Such distance. Such contrast. Yet our connection to one another runs deep. For me, these are moments of God. Two seemingly opposing realities — separation and intimacy — co-existing, each fully.
I think it’s nice that Susan loves her sister Sarah and testifies that she’s a mentch and cares about Israel and justice but what exactly was Rob Eshman smoking when he thought such musings would make an interesting article?
I guess I miss the point. Like 90% of the Jewish Journal, this article is not meant to be read by anyone outside the immediate family of the writer.
As Rabbi Silverman writes: "One night, the four of us performed it as a sister act at the local White Horse Tavern. The audience — rural New Hampshire diners out for an evening — stared in, well, horror. We didn’t care. Then, like now, our favorite audience is ourselves."
Sweet. Doesn’t it make you want to kvell?
