Although the world of psychology has made huge strides, I was concerned that we, as kallah teachers, hadn’t yet caught up
My parents’ home in Melbourne was open to everyone, be it a meshulach from Tzfas or a mechutan from New York. My parents’ patience with their guests, whether agreeable or not, was my first lesson in recognizing the precious soul within each person.
While we’re Belzer chassidim, the school I attended was a cross section of every stripe of Yid, from chassidish to unaffiliated. That’s where I learned to connect to anyone, because it’s not what we wear that defines us but what’s inside — we all have the same fears, hopes, and desires.
Ever since I was a teen, the idea of marriage intrigued me. How could two disparate people, each with their own worldview, build a successful partnership? What made one marriage thrive and another flounder?
I married the boy across the street, literally, and soon my earlier interest morphed into a specific ambition to become a kallah teacher. My opportunity came when a kallah teacher friend of mine, who was moving abroad, trained me in.
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