My husband, Asher, is a bibliomaniac. Yes, it is a real word. Just look it up in the dictionary. As Webster writes, it is “one who has a mania for books.” When we were dating, he tried to warn me, but I had no idea what he meant . . .
For last year’s “holiday” party, I offered to contribute something kosher, seasonally appropriate, and a little bit different from what they’re used to . . .
We don’t do anything wrong, but we worry, we’re afraid, we’re anxious—and that in itself holds us prisoner and holds us back. What’s our mission?
In order for me to transmit anything to my children, I need communication. In order to maintain a loving relationship, I need understanding. That means for me, at least, I must always make it clear that the doors of language remain wide open.
The real completion of a Sefer Torah (Torah scroll) --the Rebbe said--is in the sefarim, the printed Torah books --such as the ones returned to us on the 5th of Tevet