I just missed two days of classes for Rosh Hashanah. Now I’m really behind in everything, and there’s no way I can miss another day this week for Yom Kippur. I know Yom Kippur is the more important holiday. Had I realized how tough it would be to miss class, I would have gone on Rosh Hashanah so I could skip on Yom Kippur. Now I don’t really feel like I have a choice. Does it make me a bad Jew to go to school on Yom Kippur?
I have attended occasional services at various synagogues throughout the area ever since moving here about five years ago, mostly for holidays or events. I have every intention of eventually joining a synagogue because I want to send my future children to religious school. Of course, that stage in my life is at least another few years away. In the meantime, I'd still like to be part of a synagogue community on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. '...
Recently, the web comic XKCD addressed the question, "What if everyone had only one soul mate, a random person somewhere in the world?" XKCD's response was not optimistic -- in particular, a graph of "found soul mate" versus "alone forever" is disturbing. Do you have a different take? Is there any way around the pessimistic conclusion that it is unlikely that most people will actually find their soul mates?...
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.