My father grew up in a fairly orthodox Jewish household; meaning sometimes his family kept kosher and his story definitely took place in New Jersey or New York. My mother was raised in a fairly observant Catholic household; meaning hats and gloves were worn every Sunday, and her observance ended promptly upon her eighteenth birthday. Continue reading A Temple With A View
“Can you say my name in Jewish?”
“Uh, well, okay, what’s your name?”
“Alright, let me see if I can figure it out, my Jewish isn’t fluent by any means, but I’m pretty sure it would be-
Tiffany.” Continue reading Say My Name In Jewish
When I was seventeen and remarked that I probably wasn’t as smart as I thought I was and he replied: “Probably not.”
What this means: No matter how smart you are there is always room for improvement.