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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
As elusive as is peace, so too is love. Just how do we love our neighbor? We can make a phenomenal start by guarding how we talk about our boss, our sibling, our spouse…
For even the smallest infractions, I want to hold grudges, if … someone cuts me off in traffic, returns my smile with a frown, does not seem to respect my opinion. AND yet, when I release my grudges on this minuscule level, it’s
..in terms of Torah knowledge, I’d say I was about a one. The psalms? I wasn’t sure if they were Jewish, Christian, both, neither? It was kind of confusing.