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Billye was a kid with a lot of questions about life, the Universe and everything. Now, an older woman - same questions, different day. She converted to Judaism a decade ago, at least partly because it encourages questions. She lives in the DMV (DC, Maryland, Virginia). No kids, no pets, lots of quilts.
I was at a Shabbat dinner awhile back where, at some random point, one of the men there said he'd watched the movie Casablanca for the first time. "I heard it was romantic. But I didn't think so. I thought it was immoral."
I'm a convert who came to Judaism later in life, so I didn't have a Bat Mitzvah ceremony at all. But this month I am twelve (times six)
Who's got time to worry about destiny? I mean, how am I going to end homelessness if I can't even deal with the laundry?
I figured out what I most liked about the book Ariel Samson, Freelance Rabbi on its last page, in its very last line.
I did not have a good run up to, or a good time during, the High Holidays. The rain and the mosquitoes made hanging out in a sukkah a lot less fun than it was supposed to be.
I remember standing with my sister on the steps of the funeral home having a violent argument with the rest of Daddy's family on the day of his funeral.
It is Elul, that month for soul searching and review of one’s spiritual progress. I wasn't feeling it. At. All.
Throughout the Blues Brothers movie, Elwood keep repeating this line: We're on a mission from G-d.
My Rav doesn't understand about my bartender. I haven't ever had the chance to tell him this, but I think G-d draws me to this young man. I think She wants me to tell him something.
I never saw any bright, shining lights in the relationships I was surrounded by growing up. But I've read about bashert, the Jewish ideal of finding the person you were meant to marry. It seemed like an interesting idea.
