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I didn't intend to like Colin, to dip my toes into the forbidden waters of the non-Jew. After all, I grew up deeply religious my whole life, in strong deference to the traditions imparted from my parents and grandparents...
Rabbi Hodakov, the Rebbe’s secretary, was on the line. “The Rebbe says to tell the young woman that there is a Jew in Brooklyn who cannot sleep at night because she intends to marry a non-Jew.”
“Rabbi,” the man said, scowling. “You have 10 minutes to prove to me that there is a G‑d.”
Why did Rabbi Baruch send the townspeople to receive a blessing from a perpetual drunk?
Creeping through the brush to investigate, they discovered, to their surprise, a lone candle in a clearing, burning atop a small headstone.
The activities were fun, and I wanted to share the fun with Betsy. I lobbied the youth group advisor to let Betsy come along. The advisor was adamantly opposed.
Even after Barbara went off to graduate school in Boston, we stayed in close touch. Until she intermarried.
Having a Jewish mother and a Catholic father
The fact that I belonged to two cultures and religions made me feel like something inside me was irreconcilable and wrong. This engendered a kind of existential shame. I felt like a driven leaf, without roots or branches . . .
Although my life appears to be headed in a great direction, I feel more and more like I am getting lost.
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