We had the worst seats at the comedy club.
Conceptual artist, Lenore Mizrachi Cohen, on embracing Her Jewish Arab identity
If you’re a BT who got/is currently getting slapped in the face by the reality of living in (or even visiting) a charedi community, including but not limited to Crown Heights, these are my insights, learned in the school of hard knocks.
Looking at Zionism, war films, Isolationism, and a Jewish army.
Having a son with disabilities changed my whole perception of motherhood.
"She knows /She has nothing to lose, /she cannot Be diminished. She is Netzach -
the victory not predicated on competition or power over another
But an inner loving-power."
I’ll understand if you don’t read this piece. I didn’t want to write it.
I didn’t bring it up with him directly, but I spoke to others about my concerns about his beard. The lack thereof. I was afraid that it meant that he accepted the army’s dress standards over our religious ones, allowing a foreign body to dictate his religious choices. My point of reference for that was my having given up playing music on Shabbos, despite that being antithetical to the standards of practicing and performing in the music world. Did that therefore mean that we didn’t share some important values, ones that would affect our relationship in the long term?
This happened several years ago, in several places that probably don’t exist anymore, and I’m doubting anyone in the story...
