I am what I am, and what I am is a terrible person.
1. Feel really passionate about mundane things.
For better or for worse, here is what a very loosely religious, American Passover looks like.
Passover. It’s that time of year again where Jews around the world celebrate the freedom of our ancestors, who were slaves in Ancient Egypt. But are the Jews of today the same Jews who were described in the Bible?
You’re at a party, and two Jewish kids who never met each other are off in a corner talking about their mutual friend Sam Rabinowitz.
A Catholic education creates diversity. It brings people together who are passionate about just about any issue regarding social justice, fosters debate about abortion and gay marriage, and teaches people to listen to each other, to expand their minds, to not judge, and to go into the world with the aim of improving it.
1. You don’t wake up to a Christmas tree–you wake up to bagels and a prolonged discussion about whether the family should consider going to a new bagel place because the lox aren’t sliced thin enough.
5. As soon as you find out someone you’ve been seeing doesn’t like bagels and lox, you can feel your attraction waning because you know it’s time to say bye-bye.
When I die, I want you to not let a rabbi near me. I want you to put my body on this bed, and I want you to push it out onto the Monongahela River and let it float. I want you to set fire to some arrows, take an archer’s bow, and aim them at me. I want you to send me to Valhalla.
Living in Crown Heights would be akin to re-entering the closet, five years after having emerged from it. “Could you do that?” my mother asked me.