"What do women have to do with Hanukkah?" asked a clear, loud voice. It had to be loud, because the room was overflowing with babies. Babies crawled, babies slept, yet above it all – above the babbling and the funny little murmurs – the clear voice carried on talking, sharing observations, wisdom and truths.
The voice belonged to Sharona Halickman, and the knowledge she imparted that day felt oddly like a miracle. It wasn't the ideas themselves that seemed otherworldly – they were far too erudite, concise and logically structured. It was rather the fact that somehow, at a time when parenthood seemed to douse my spiritual needs with sleep deprivation, Sharona made it possible for me to learn Torah.