By Erin Davis, Shabbatness
Last month, my 90-year-old, 4'10" Nana Roza Goldberg baked over 1,000 hamentaschen from scratch in the same little kitchen in Jacksonville, Florida, in which she's baked numerous delicacies since immigrating to the U.S. after surviving the Holocaust. Since my recent 29th birthday, Nana has been particularly distressed that I am the only one of her grandchildren who has hit this age unmarried. This past Purim, she packed two additional "special ingredients" in her famous annual batch of hamentaschen: love, in hopes that it infects all who eat it; and extra sugar, because "no man likes a tiny tucchus like yours!". With these two magical ingredients, she made only one request - that they be served after a Shabbat dinner hosted in my home. "Shabbat," she says, in her thick Polish accent, "is magical - nothing brings together nice Jewish boys and girls like a good, home-cooked Shabbat dinner." Although I may not believe the majority of my grandma's superstitious advice nor indulge in her tucchus-plumping tactics, I couldn't agree more strongly on her belief in the power of the Shabbat experience.
By Dalia Davis, UPROOTED: A Jewish Response to Infertility
This past month has been a time of birth. My venture began with its conception which occurred in the privacy of my own thoughts after trying for a few months. After the thrill of a successful conception and discovering a positive response in my email in the form of an acceptance letter from PresenTense, the gestation period began. During this time my vision for this venture grew and developed, and was impacted by the advice of those in my inner circle—my mentor, coach, colleagues, and cohort. However, after carrying this venture close to my heart for many months, it came time for my venture to enter the world. I realized I need to experience birthing pains and allow others to meet my venture, secretly hoping they will treat her with compassion and love. As I created my website and put my thoughts in the public domain I found myself experiencing both excitement and anxiousness wondering how my venture will fair in the world.
By Temimah Zucker, Tikvah V'Chizuk
When I first began my journey at Presentense, I was a frazzled, tired blonde with a mission in mind and the gumption to take down anyone who came in my way.
Most of these things haven’t changed. I am still determined, generally tired and overworked, sometimes frazzled, but I have to say that my sense of humility has deepened and expanded.
At the onset of my journey with PT, I had one thing in mind: my venture. I walked through the doors of the 86th Street Synagogue on the day of speed interviewing holding stamina in one hand and my go-getter attitude in another. I believe in Tikvah V’Chizuk and in my mind, all I had to do was be myself and show why Presentense needed to help me.
Apparently it worked.
By Alyssa Berkowitz, Real in Return
Growing up, I was the child who preferred a good book to a birthday party. Teachers were always urging me to “break out of my shell” or would come up to me to express concern when I would sit quietly by myself during group activities. I was called “shy” and “awkward” well into my teenage years. I had a small group of close friends, and never yearned for the popular limelight. I felt uniquely me, and I dealt.
It wasn’t until college, where bored nights led to the discussion of the popular Myers-Briggs personality typing, that I learned there was a name to describe the way I felt as a child, and still feel today. I am an introvert: a person who gets energy from inside herself, as opposed to an extrovert who gathers energy from external stimuli. As an introvert, I am someone who is almost constantly streaming an inner monologue through her head and someone who prefers to stay out of the center of attention. However, I also happen to be an entrepreneur. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned about being an entrepreneur, it’s that we find our success through our voices.
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