Next week at this time, I’ll be stepping into the mikveh, the Jewish ritual bath. It’s been a yearlong journey that will lead me to that holy space, one I’ll enter as a former Catholic/not-quite-Jew and exit as a Jewish woman – no longer an outsider.
I was born into a Catholic family and given a Catholic education, but for as long as I can remember, Judaism has always fascinated me.
When I first heard the term “Thanksgivukkah”—the convergence of Chanukah and Thanksgiving—and that it was happening this year, I must admit that I became a little anxious because it brought back some of my interfaith marriage insecurities that I thought were long gone.
The words have never been sweeter. After 14 years of waiting, searching, hoping and dreaming, I am finally, finally Jewish.
I began my journey to Judaism nervously. Unlike the Charedim (ultra-Orthodox) who are anxious before the word of God, I was anxious in the uncertainty of the future.
I am sitting in a crowded Temple sanctuary as a chazzan (cantor) begins the first gentle
I understand that technology can be overwhelming.
Shabbat is a time to unplug. Otherwise, there will be no Shabbat.
Together, we will champion the lessons of Passover by bringing greater wholeness, justice, and belonging to our world.
