How Esther Got Her Jews Back, and Other Purim Tales
February 25, 2010 in Jewish Tales Brought Alive
On my most memorable Purim, I was nineteen years old, living in and attending a Jerusalem-based seminary, and dressed up as a devil. Not a sexy devil, mind you–this was Purim, not that slutty pagan holiday you gentiles call Halloween–but one dressed in a red knee-length skirt and matching three-quarter-sleeved shirt, a pair of the four-inch platform hooker boots that were the only acceptable footwear at my high school, and the whole token horns/tail/pitchfork set.
