For many of us going to a new synagogue or Jewish environment is tough. We spend time beforehand wondering if we will know anyone, will we feel comfortable, or something as simple as will anyone say hello to me.
This is the final in a short series on adoption in Jewish families.
"Did you like bacon before you were Jewish?" This question from one or both of my sons comes up periodically, at the dinner table, or in the car.
This is the second in a short series about adoption and multiracial Jewish families that Be’chol Lashon will be running over the next few weeks.
There’s not a “look” to Jewish, you just are.
As the parent of a Black Jewish child, I want my son to feel at home in the Jewish community. It seems to me that it is in our self interest to welcome everyone with open arms, yet it occurs to me that we may need to be sensitive to what Alvin Toffler described in the 70’s as “Future Shock”
It isn’t too hard to pick out Ruthie Heller in her 12th-birthday photo, even if she weren’t wearing colorful balloons fashioned into a hat atop her head.
I was so happy to have found my way back to my spiritual roots that it had never occurred to me that some people wouldn’t be happy to see me.
She wasn't half-black like me, I was sure of that. But since we were at Shul, I determined she was Jewish like me. And I'd never met another Jewish person who wasn't white.