Beshert | Finding My Tribe
I was raised in Downers Grove, Illinois—the kind of place with so few Jews that when someone found out I was Jewish, they’d always ask,...
Beshert | “Apartners”—After He Buffed the Scratch on Her Car
Kenny and I knew each other for years. I'm a singer, he's a drummer. In the club date biz, you freelance and show up in...
Beshert | “It’s Rare to Meet a Kindred Spirit…”
In 1993, my PR agency was launching a German company’s product. I was collecting the team at Montreal’s Dorval airport. Two men were arriving from...
Beshert | The Meant-To-Be Coffee Pot
Judi Connery admired her mother’s classic coffee pot painting. In the midst of a pandemic, when she needed it most, the coffee pot found her.
Beshert | A Pandemic Pup with a Name of Her Own
We called her Toots, for about a day. And then I could not look at our wild-haired, chipmunk-size puppy and call her that name, which...
Beshert | All the Light We Cannot See
It’s been a tough week, generally speaking, to present the idea of beshert as a positive “meant-to-be” experience. Snow. Ice. Massive power outages. Texas freezing...
Beshert | Sitting in the Nosebleed Section
It was February 1, 1993. I had just finished shooting a video in Israel for a corporate client. I was an American living in London, separated...
Beshert | Boulders and Olive Trees
It is a few months before I meet my beshert.
I dream. My child’s father has gotten into my apartment. He is in my bedroom. I...
Beshert | First the Misses, Then the Hit
Barry and I met at a Halloween party when we were 13 years old. Neither of us liked our dates, so we chatted outside. We...
Beshert | Hello, Columbus
When I graduated from Brooklyn College and the Jewish Theological Seminary of America in 1960, a Jewish philanthropist named Sam Melton in Columbus, Ohio invited...
Beshert | In Italy, “Destinato”
Writer Carolyn Ariella Sofia longs for a deeper connection to her Italian Jewish heritage. Finally, after years of waiting, she finds home.
Beshert | I Get By With A Little Help For Your Friends
An editor hired me to give friendship advice on her website. From the very first question, the gig was beshert.