Fanning hatred on the 9th of Av.

Can someone explain to me how publishing an article about which Israeli demographic hates which other Israeli demographic is supposed to be appropriate for Tisha B'Av? Why so negative, Ynet? Why stir the pot of hatred and conflict and darkness? As a Jew who studied for years and years about Jewish history, as a student... Continue Reading →

Jewishly speaking…

On the Jewish calendar today is ב' אייר, which happens to be the date on which Koala was born last year. So happy first Hebrish birthday to my Koala! I'm sorry that you're feeling ill today... I'm sorry you have two or three new teeth coming in... I'm sorry I won't let you play with... Continue Reading →

Another brit, another Jew.

Yesterday we participated in what must be the oldest Jewish ritual, decended straight from (poor) Abraham. I do not envy Sarah, by the way, who had to deal with the healing of not only an 8-day-old with a bruised penis, but a moody teenager and her senior-citizen husband.  Yes, the brit mila. Ritually slicing and... Continue Reading →

Once in 28 years.

I'm the type to get excited by the rare traditions in Judiasm. The kind I never heard about in my two decades of formal Jewish education. So waking up at 5:45  this morning to join a minyan on a Tzur Hadassah roof top didn't really bother me, even after a late night of cooking and... Continue Reading →

Birkat Kohanim at the kotel.

I had never seen it, and my dad is of the priestly persuasion, so the three of us went down to the kotel in the Old City yesterday to hear/see/be present at the ginormous Birkat Kohanim for chol hamoed Sukkot. Birkat Kohanim - known as 'duchaning' in Ashkenaz circles - is like a representation of... Continue Reading →

And a happy 'queer rite of Jews' to you.

Because I already have posted my past homemade sukkot, New York and ghetto Israeli style, I figured I'd post my first own semi-respectable Tzur Hadassah sukka: Spacious because we have a decent-sized mirpeset. Sturdy, because we have paychecks that can buy metal poles. And fun, because I did a search for 'sukkot' on Google Images... Continue Reading →

And on the 7th day…

It's been a long, meatless week. We are coming to the end of the 'Nine Days', the mournful count between Rosh Chodesh Av to the Ninth of Av, or as it is (affectionately?) known as Tisha B'Av. During the Nine Days, we refrain from meat, wine, fancy entertainment. You know the drill. I'm tired of... Continue Reading →

A covenant, a conversion, a first.

For me, there aren't daily Israeli-firsts anymore; it's more like periods of firsts washing up on the shore. I pick them up and hold them to my ear and listen to the waves of meaning they try to offer. At least, some of the time. I participated as a support/witness for a friend undergoing conversion... Continue Reading →

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