In the simplest terms: No one prepares you on being an adult. At least the adults in my life didn't.
My mom met the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Menachem Mendel Schneerson, four years before he died. It wasn't a vacation, celebrity tour or religious pilgrimage. It was a trip of critical necessity. At 4 years old, my sister was dying of Leukemia.
What exactly do we mean by “creation” when we celebrate Rosh Hashanah?
theory: getting ahead stems from the "resume building mentality," in
which we accept the title without meticulously reading the fine print.
I'm a great-person. Not a Great Person. But the same way a great-grandmother is not always a Great Grandmother. Pay attention to the hyphen.
Essentially, I've grown up with tefilah (prayer) -- that I know -- but have I become a grownup with tefilah?
It doesn't take much to realize why I'm happy -- I've got a Purim grogger in one hand and a lasso in the other. I'm marching my way to shul in the same suede and tasseled cowgirl costume I've rodeoed into for the fourth consecutive year.