A WOMAN OF VALOR

Finally, after the contemplative fast of Yom Kippur, I have emerged from the Day of Atonement more virtuous, a paragon of valor:

There's babka. Chocolate babka. By Green's. In the common area at work. Its chocolate filling wafts toward me, filling the air like the clarion blast of a shofar, sounding out a call to arms. I want to assemble with the rest of my people, but resist. The sole naysayer in the group, I feel alienated, as if I have been relegated to the lepers-only area outside the camp.

Two dietary roads diverged in a wood. And I, I took the breakfast less traveled by. A carefully pre-measured bag of Fiber One and tea. I hope it will make all the difference.

"A woman of valor, who can find?"

A WOMAN OF VALOR

Finally, after the contemplative fast of Yom Kippur, I have emerged from the Day of Atonement more virtuous, a paragon of valor:

There's babka. Chocolate babka. By Green's. In the common area at work. Its chocolate filling wafts toward me, filling the air like the clarion blast of a shofar, sounding out a call to arms. I want to assemble with the rest of my people, but resist. The sole naysayer in the group, I feel alienated, as if I have been relegated to the lepers-only area outside the camp.

Two dietary roads diverged in a wood. And I, I took the breakfast less traveled by. A carefully pre-measured bag of Fiber One and tea. I hope it will make all the difference.

"A woman of valor, who can find?"