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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 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.
Steve Jobs did not exit the womb with a computer chip in his mouth. Warren Buffet was not born holding a stock tip, and Thomas Edison didn't change the light bulb above his crib.
My favorite costume at the "Families Belong Together" protest was someone dressed as a dinosaur, with a sign that said: Walls didn't work at Jurassic Park either.
And yet, the simple truth, *my* simple truth, is that I honestly don't care if Sinai was a historical fact.