Monthly Archives: May 2016

Movie-Making at the Mikveh

Lisa Berman, Mikveh and Education Director There is something inherently off-putting about saying you’re going to make a movie at a mikveh. Isn’t a mikveh a place where privacy is paramount? Where photography and exposure should not coexist? Yes, of … Continue reading

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Mikveh for Fifty

by Julie Dean We stood together with eager anticipation, a palpable electricity among us. Over fifty women from all walks of life, gathered around the indoor swimming pool in Albuquerque, NM, which was about to become our mikveh. The rabbi … Continue reading

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A Sephardic Soul and the Mikveh

by Cantor Rachel Stock Spilker Even though my family emigrated from Eastern Europe in the early 20th century, my father always said he felt that his soul was part Sephardic.  The music, the food, and the customs that evolved in the … Continue reading

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Step by Step

by Sarah Fendrick, Event Coordinator Spring awakens my senses — shades of green and pastel pinks emerge from the trees, a multitude of birds call, sweet smells of hyacinth and lilac beckon— spring makes me glad to be alive. The … Continue reading

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What Water Means to Me

by Sheryl Mendlinger In a recent blog post, What’s with the Water, Carrie Bornstein asks us to reflect on how water has been an agent of change in our lives.  There are several of those moments in my lifetime when water … Continue reading

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Does Water Remember?

by Kelly Banker, Intern I have always been captivated by water. It holds a certain mystical quality, a kind of knowing. Growing up, my family spent our summers living in a cottage on a lake in New Hampshire, so water has … Continue reading

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Diving into the Deep End

by Yasmine Moideen My earliest memory is of being carried on my aunt’s back in a small stream in southern India. I was 4 years old. My 3 aunts, wading in, with their colorful saris floating in the water, laughing, … Continue reading

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