Every time I go to a Jewish event in Philly, I run into guys I've been out with on bad dates. I'm ready to stop going to events because I'm sick of these awkward situations. Is there anything I can do to avoid these people or to make it less awful when I see them?
Am I supposed to bring a gift to an engagement party? If so, what? The couple has already registered, but if I get them something from the registry, what do I do for the wedding itself? And doesn't this seem like a lot of gifts for essentially the same occasion?
I host a lot of Shabbat dinners for friends, and for a few recent meals, I've had guests cancel on me at the last minute. I've already made all the food, sometimes even set the table, and then I get an email that for some reason or other they can't make it. A last minute email is better than having people just not show up, which I've also had happen, but I can't imagine ever doing something this rude to a friend who's invited me for dinner. How should I respond when this happens, and is there any way to communicate to people before a meal that when they accept, I really expect them to show up?
I don't make friends very well. I can laugh at people's jokes, have fun with them, but I am mostly about grades, college, my career, my future, and they're all about cute boys in class, gossiping, slumber parties, water parks, roller coasters, beaches, bikinis, etc. I know I should go out there and be myself, but that never works!!!
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.