“I am so happy to see you! Come in, come in! What can I get you to drink? How are you?…. ” This little analogy gives a minuscule glimpse into imagining the
I used to hate it…the persecution & suffering in Jewish history were too scary… TOO vulnerable. I tried to escape my Jewish identity. It’s been a
Relax, watch and listen in American Sign Language and spoken English to “Mini Skirts and Jewish” narrated for Deaf and hearing audiences… First there’s the well trodden path. Then there’s the divergence I never expected…
Here is a snapshot of my family’s coming to America… one immigrant family making its way through the years. My family lived big. Our triumphs as well as our challenges. With little subtlety, my family said what they meant without editing. This could be exciting or a bit shocking.
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.