Author Archive for Jenna Zark

Contributing writer Jenna Zark is a local Jewish playwright whose plays have been produced at Circle Repertory Company, Illusion Theater, History Theatre, Minnesota Jewish Theatre, Blank Slate and elsewhere. Jenna has also written for Minnesota Bride, Woodbury Magazine and other publications, and her poem "After Birth" recently appeared in Stoneboat. More information is at www.jennazark.org.

What Doesn’t Kill you on Tu B’Shevat

What Doesn’t Kill you on Tu B’Shevat

There was no time to think, scream, blink, anything. Just trees, coming toward my windshield.

Hanukkah, Mistletoe and the Hillel Rabbi

Hanukkah, Mistletoe and the Hillel Rabbi

I circle around the room, thinking of The Gift of the Magi story by O. Henry and trying not to cast myself in an overly romanticized version of it (substituting holidays instead of gifts for the self-sacrificing lovers).

Simchat Torah, Nerves and All

Simchat Torah, Nerves and All

Halfway to the holiday, I start feeling nervous. “Where is Josh going for Simchat Torah?” asks Josh’s father. “I don’t know,” I reply.

Celebrating - Josh, Pete and neighbor children.

Our First House: a Sukkah

This is how you know someone loves you: when he forgoes sitting inside by the fireplace you don’t have and ventures out into the damp to help you build a temporary house for a holiday he’s never heard of.

Sometimes I yell too, he says.

Importance of Being Earnest on Yom Kippur

Yom Kippur always felt more metaphysical than real until I arrived at a new synagogue with my son and we apologized to each other.

Why do we keep this stereotype around? Why do we keep accepting it?

Expiration Date for JAPS Long Past Due

I suppose in some universes, Jewish American Princesses are funny. I have never found them so but since people in the audience were guffawing, I must be missing something.

The night before Rosh Hashanah, I was in a restaurant

In a Restaurant for Rosh Hashanah

Finding yourself alone on Rosh Hashanah can bring surprises -including finding the One who leads us to the people we’re supposed to meet.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem

Tisha B’Av: Day of Endings

There is no comfort in endings, no matter how much good might come to you at other times.

There is something here, in the letters, something ancient and eternal.

Are We There Yet? Standing At Sinai

“Do you believe Jews are chosen above all other people?” “Chosen for what?” I reply. “Suffering?” He looks as though he wants to kick me, but does not.

Sign at the Good Fence, Israeli-Lebanon border

The Sign at the Border: Remembrances on Yom Hazikaron and Yom Hatzma’ut

An Israeli soldier is asleep under a tree, his cheek against a gun that he cradles in his arms.

The Alef Bet will bring us back.

Alef, Bet: On the other side of the Holocaust

I want my son to see a flaming Alef lighting the sky above us when he dreams at night; right now it is all I have.

Because of all these things...

A Hole in the Floor: Prepping for Passover

“My mother,” she says, in a thick Russian accent, “used to bake her matzohs in secret, in the middle of the night, and stored them in a hole in our kitchen floor.”

Reader, I married him

Esther, me and the “I word”

I was seeing someone who wasn’t Jewish, though it had not been my intention to get involved. In fact, I tried hard not to—as Esther did, centuries ago. Perhaps she and I had something in common. Or did we?

Tu B’Shevat: Fruits of Jerusalem

Tu B’Shevat: Fruits of Jerusalem

We are alive, Josh and I, like the fruits of Jerusalem. The trees, figs, noise and clatter tell us we are alive, and we cannot take it for granted.

Hands of Light: A Traveler’s Hanukkah

Hands of Light: A Traveler’s Hanukkah

It sits on my shelf, a poor relation to the stone menorah with its carvings of children holding up our candles every Hanukkah. THAT menorah is weighty with memories. THAT menorah is staying home.