My parents are moving out of my childhood home, and I spent all last weekend clearing junk out of the garage. Among the boxes was a crate of all the cards from family and friends that I got for my bar mitzvah, as well as photos, memory candles and t-shirts that say, "I had a blast at ____'s bar mitzvah." That's right, it was rocket-ship-themed. I'm in my 30s and not married, but I hope to have a family someday. Part of me wants to throw it all away, and part of me thinks I'll want it again in the future. What do you think?
Lately, I've started hanging out with a group of people who are a lot more knowledgeable than I am about most things Jewish, and while I really like them, I'm embarrassed to ask them what's going on and end up being left out of a lot of the conversations. How can I ask without looking dumb, or how can I find out what they were talking about after the fact?
My husband and I are both close with our families, which is great until it comes to holidays. Both sets of parents expect us to spend every holiday with them, and each time a holiday rolls around, we have to engage in major negotiations to decide where we're going to go. At this point, we just want to stay home and avoid the conversation. What is a reasonable compromise to keep everyone happy and to keep me from going nuts?
I am extremely proud to be a part of making the Philadelphia Jewish community the best it can be.
I am a co-founder of Minyan Tikvah (a lay-led prayer group in Center City Philadelphia that meets once a month for traditional egalitarian Shabbat services), a founder of a former matchmaking service for Jewish graduate students, a children’s book reviewer, a former elementary school teacher, a pretty decent cook and a mom to two beautiful children.
I spent years as the director of Hillel of Greater Philadelphia’s Jewish Graduate Student Network before resigning to spend more time with my family. My husband, Marc, likes to say that I knew more people within a week of moving to Philadelphia than he knew after six years here.
I’m originally from the tiny town of Fredonia, NY, and sometimes I still stare at the skyscrapers and marvel at how many Jews I know.