This next recap is about…. finding my way back home. Into the tribe and the religion of our fathers and mothers…. Abraham, Sarah, Isaac, Rebecca, Jacob, Leah and Rachel…
I am not in a party crowd. I LOVED parties in my 20s and 30s. And yet, funny, but after years of no parties, I was just invited to THREE parties in the next few weeks.
Several readers have asked how specifically I went from hating being Jewish to falling in love with it. Here are the stories about coming to trust and love
A very wise Rabbi once said that anything can be used for the good or the bad including music… Music just creeps into our beings.. It brings out the child
I’ve talked about NOT wanting Judaism, why love it now? My love affair with Judaism has been a slow burn. Simply the DESIRE was…
Vhat?, as my grandma Yeta would say with her Russian Yiddish accent. What is more than I could hope or imagine? When Cinderella puts on the slipper and it
But when I became a mom, my then-husband and I wanted to give our sons some connection to their religion, another feeling of home. I didn’t want to leave them empty-handed…
I ate bbq pork ribs, delicious Italian salami subs, wore micro mini skirts, and was told often, “you’re Jewish? I thought you were Italian”… I was living the American dream.
Today I got the nothing part down. I don’t feel like I have anything innovative to say. Yet the “nothing” carries tremendous comfort. Judaism has taught me that
My Jewish friends ranged from “bagel and cream cheese Jews”, meaning bagels were about as Jewish as we got, to Jews who went to Synagogue twice a year dressing in really