All posts by Nahara Rollins

Hi. I am Nahara, and I am thoroughly enjoying unraveling this great red yarn of life.

The Beauty of Conviction

I recently met a woman so beautiful in spirit, that my mind has been on high ever since. I used to be that child of whimsy, who carries in her heart a mission, and pockets full of faith. Then, through life’s experience, my heart slowly closed and I felt my light becoming muddled and dim. Meeting this beautiful soul has helped remove the dust that has been clogging up my vision. Continue reading The Beauty of Conviction

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My Favourite Six Degrees

Being biracial, multicultural, and multi-ethnic, my family is spread far and wide. For fourteen years I did not see the Dutch-German side, ascending from my German-Jewish mother, into the previous four generations. We still call each other cousins, despite the fact that we can hardly remember how we are related. That’s not the important part, though. My very lovely cousin said to me in confidence, “The most important thing is how you affect other people.”  Continue reading My Favourite Six Degrees

My First Time At The Mikvah

In the deep stretches of Northern California, between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, I met with a group of fantastic women to explore my first mikvah experience. I had met them all—clothed—a couple nights earlier for Rosh Hashanah services, and had seen the sweet nature of their congregation. When I arrived at the meeting spot with my friend, it was quite obvious that we were a bit late. Everyone was already naked, relaxing on the lake’s shore.  Continue reading My First Time At The Mikvah

Rambling Rose On The Sidewalk

My sister always taught me the importance of cultivating an interesting personality, possibly because she knew our personalities would otherwise be constantly overshadowed by our “interesting” cultural/ethnic backgrounds. She warned me about a lot of things that my starry-eyed self wished to never succumb to; such as, the unnervingly loud warning signs that shoot off in a woman’s brain when an endless barrage of men comment on her status while she tries to enjoy a normal walk down the street. Also, run-on sentences, but I never really listen.

Here’s what I actually want to say: Walking in public places has become an alarmingly frightening thing for me, and I almost don’t want to do it anymore.  Continue reading Rambling Rose On The Sidewalk