Since high school graduation my friends have slowly been pairing up, and by now even those of us who have remained steadfastly single have been members of the wedding party at least once. There are plenty of stories about fuchsia bridesmaid dresses and wedding shtick gone awry. Engagements called off at the last minute, weddings that didn’t last through the sheva brachot… Everyone has a horror story to contribute, and that makes it a perfect party conversation. Even the already-married among us are aware of the dangers of permanent relationships, and joke about the stresses they bring on.
It got me thinking about being single, and how sometimes it’s really quite nice. There’s something fun about knowing that somewhere in your future there’s someone you won’t be able to live without. And every time I end breaking up with a boyfriend, and I spend a few days in that dizzying misery, it’s so nice, when it’s all over, to see that I can really get on with things, that my heart hasn’t stopped.
On Hanukkah we focus on the big miracle of enough oil for one day lasting for eight. But what happened then? The menorah went out. The Maccabees had to go back to work, had to put the Temple back together. It’s nice to think that there are miracles, but that real survival is about moving on.
Tamar Fox has an MFA from Vanderbilt University in Nashville, but she still doesn't like sweet tea. Born and raised in Chicago, she's also lived in Iowa City, Dublin, Oxford, and Jerusalem. When she's not rocking out at honky tonks she teaches text study, cooks elaborate meals, and volunteers for a hospice. When she grows up she wants to be a professional whiskey taster.