This article originally appeared in New Voices.
Every year at this time, Jewish hostesses around the world are exhausted from a month of holiday celebrations and broken routines. Then we read the weekly Torah portion of Parshat Noach, Genesis 6:9-11:32, and the fun and festivities begin again.
I was a victim of sexual assault in Israel, and also had numerous incidents of being cornered and aggressively “flirted” with in the United States. Travelling in Israel, as a wayward art school drop-out, at the age of twenty-three, I accepted a ride from two young truck drivers early on a Saturday morning. I was trying to get to Tel Aviv, but no buses ran on the Sabbath. I blamed myself later, saying I should have known there was something fishy because no one else was on the road on a Saturday morning in a commercial vehicle.
I was born in Leipzig, Germany, on May 31, 1939. I am a third-generation German.
Little League for 8-year-olds should be called Error Ball. Each week when I get to watch my son’s team play, I marvel at how much errors drive the results rather than skills or strategy. An overthrow at first base gets the runner to second… or third. A moment of distraction sees the ball roll right past short stop and into left field - another run for the other team. It’s why the league has a five run maximum for each inning. It’s also why the coach rotates the players through the fielding positions - equal opportunity error making.