He won’t admit it, but it had to happen sooner or later. My great modernist boyfriend, cool to a fault and no friend to commercialism, is getting into our upcoming trip to Disneyland. (No, Disneyland.)
I was born an observant Reform Jewish Chicagoan to unobservant Roman Catholic New Yorkers. It took me 40 years to figure that out. First I moved. Then I converted. Now I blog about my Jewish journey. I blog about other things, too. But chances are, I'm doing it with a kippah on my head. I hope you find something of meaning here.
The End of Marina City
Exactly. And you have at least two express buses--the 136 & 147--along with the ubiquitous 1...
The End of Marina City
Thanks, Robert. I am too, in a way. But I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to having a...
Free to Be Jew and Me
And no matter what you may believe, at this point you still aren’t Jewish.
Wait, aren't...