The onus is, and has always been, ours.
My parents Abe and Sara wanted to be radical and change everything. But my rebellion was just being normal. Or at least, that’s what you would think if you saw me.
There are some mementos that you can’t really put away. Others that you don’t quite know what to do with. I stick those mementos in the middle drawer of the living room cabinet.
Somehow, raising money seemed liked a dirty business. From unkempt Rabbis, to overly-excitable telethon hosts, to how-to sessions for spiritual leaders, asking for money seemed disingenuous. And then -- it became my world.
My personal journey through religious gender separation.
If I value Chasidic teachings and modes of thought, is that enough to call myself "Chasidic"? And aren't labels the worst?
The game made us laugh, debate, and venture into un-PC territory. It also showed me that I did have a community.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
