(by Rina Bethea)
In this FB Live video I talk for 42 minutes about hair!! LOL! But it was about soooo much more...My rebellion against Jewish hair-covering when I was angry at GodMy fears of losing my beauty when I was first starting to cover my hair with a scarfHow much we pay for wigs as Jewish women! ... Continue Reading →
The other day I picked up a 12-Step Addiction Recovery book, and became inspired to invent a really luxurious, awesome, perfect Higher Power for myself - a new God that I would enjoy believing in and fully trust. (Stay with me, I assure you I haven't gone "off the derech" or created a cult...) Many... Continue Reading →
I was blessed to have a VERY God-fearing, Pentacostal grandmother, my dad’s mother Mary Ellen Jeffcoat. She had long silver hair that she didn’t believe in cutting, because the Bible says a woman’s hair is her glory. She always pinned it into a bun, because the Bible also says a woman is supposed to be... Continue Reading →
Being a mom is supposed to be the most rewarding, joyous role on earth, and sometimes it is. But let’s face it, sometimes being a mom feels awful. Tired. Overwhelmed. Resentful. Worried. Did I say tired? If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t NOBODY happy! Confession - I’m a single parent of three boys under the age... Continue Reading →
We're allowed to be angry. It's a human emotion. It's there, created by our Creator, for a reason, as my friend in my FB group so eloquently put it: "It’s truly a gift 🎁 and a lightbulb moment to help us notice, something is amiss...there’s something I must repair here..." For me, as I thought about what... Continue Reading →
I am sitting in a gorgeous old courtroom with intricate ceilings, waiting to convince the judge I’m not a great candidate for jury duy. I don’t really want to be here; who loves jury duty? I chickened out about wearing my “You Are Fake News” baseball cap that was going to be my surefire ticket... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting across from a yummy brown-skinned boy in clean dinosaur pjs playing a video game on my phone (so I can type this passionate raging article I’m about to type). He’s playing and I hear shooting sounds and he says in his sing-song voice, “I’m fighting bad guys, I’m fighting bad guys.” He’s what... Continue Reading →
Three days into a home stay-cation courtesy of the flu, 2 sick children, 1 sick mommy, freezing cold temperatures, and nowhere to turn hours into Shabbos, I decide to open a 1,000 piece puzzle. Genius idea, genius. It's a 1,000 piece puzzle I bought for my 7-year-old for Chanukah, my 7-year-old who hates puzzles. But... Continue Reading →
We get stuck in our stories, the "facts" as we see them. Which, often are only side vapors of the truth. I like to write affirmations. True truths. Truths I can trust. Even when they feel false, they are true. And the more I say them, feel them, breathe them, the more I believe them. ... Continue Reading →
