23, 2009, on the shores of Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire. *** Soon after my bar mitzvah, just as I was discovering my interest in the opposite sex, I began to be bombarded with information about intermarriage—about how one in every two Jewish people would marry a non-Jew and how more than half of the children of those unions would not be raised Jewish.
But as I fell in love with her, she fell in love with me—and with my Judaism as well.
Ours was a fervent love match, made more fervent by the fact that we had to wait in secret for two years until Ben earned enough at his profession to support a family.
Here we are then, Ben and I, a Jew and a German-American, married for four years, supremely happy, with a three-year-old son who has his father's quick brown eyes and my yellow hair.
In high school, this decision proved to be mostly moot. I tried not to follow up on them at first, but I was frustrated and lonely and had finite willpower.
After one date, though, I would beat myself up mentally for breaking my rule, and I’d avoid making second dates.
Did you want two bagels stacked with spreads on spreads on spreads," my mom will ask you when you visit.
The correct answer is always "yes" and the correct follow-up question is "This must be your mother's recipe, right?
We determined that no obstacle should prevent our union, and obstacles there were a-plenty as soon as our families learned our intention.'Child,' entreated my mother, who deep in her heart had always hoped that what she referred to as my superior intelligence, careful upbringing, talents, and attractiveness, would land me a husband well up in the social levels, ‘bethink yourself what this means.
Married to a Jew, you will be barred from certain circles.
Not only will I assume you're an asshat, I'm going to think you're an uneducated one too. You know when you go out of your way to recycle and do good other things and you're like What you did is called a mitzvah and Jews are commanded to do them by the Torah. It is my job as a Jew to live life to the fullest in all ways and I take that responsibility very seriously, man.13. Maybe it's the fact I've had someone call me something terrible because of my religion in the past or maybe it is just what I've been taught from a young age, but when I have my people, I'm with them for good.
Jewish food is delicious when done right and, again, by "right" I mean exactly the way it was prepared for me each holiday growing up. Though you may be astounded by how many ways things that happened this year can be related back to the summer of 2007, remember my fondness for camp is rooted in my unbreakable fondness for tradition and my love of all things family. …And your trip to Israel was probably great too but it wasn't as great as her Birthright trip. And there's a major red line you cross when you call someone a JAP.
I felt the pressure: The future of my people was at stake! The school was arty, musical, nerdy, and had a substantial Jewish population. Even though I no longer felt outside the norm, I still had trouble getting dates … Every Jewish woman I asked out on a date rejected me.