This is the ultimate 1992 bat mitzvah party mix. I dare you not to dance.
My worldview is changing so much that, at this rate, I’m going to be a spectator sports loving fanatic within five years.
I felt something boil up inside me. I simply could not take it anymore. I interrupted him, “Stop telling me what not to do and tell me what TO do!!”
People plan and G-d laughs. But what should we do after our plans go off the rails?
There was something different about us, those whose parents came to halachic Judaism later in life -- and I wondered if it was just me who noticed it.
This is so in any endeavor. No matter what knowledge we come prepared with, we must be able to give in such a way that to receive is an integral aspect of the process.
For so many years I defined myself by standing out, by being iconoclastic. How did I become a person who wants to look like everyone else?
This is tale of wanting to fit in. It’s also a tale of how far a person (okay, me) might go to fulfill a specific idea of what fitting in means.
Seven years later I could tell you that I’ve found the same venue for joy within observant Judaism, but I haven’t.
She was what was known as a bad girl and I was a goody-two-shoes...
