I'm off to services tonight and tomorrow in my occasional attempt at something Jewish. This year, I'm dragging the kids to the Chabad (the ultra-Orthodox center) for some high-powered prayer. I've never prayed with Chassidim before and never had to sit separate from the men.
It's okay with me this year because of the whole breastfeeding issue. No sense flashing the whole congregation every time Mugwort wants to snack. Having a woman's section is actually a blessing this time around, though don't remind me of this post next year when I'm safely back in a Reform shul with all the other assimilated heathens.
Otherwise, a very Happy New Year to all my Jewish readers and anyone else who needs a reason to celebrate. May you all be inscribed in the Book of Life for a real wing-dinger of a year, one filled with love and good times and winning lottery numbers.