No One Right Way to Live
So I married a Jew. It matters very little, actually, considering neither of us holds any religious beliefs dear. Her parents warned her when we were dating that the relationship will no doubt face strain since our holidays and traditions will be forever in competition, and it may confuse the kids we one day might have. But for the moment, it matters not.
The Average Atheist
Approaching the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, hastily scribbled note in hand, I approached wearing the funny paper hat that the Orthodox Rabbinate requires all guests to wear. I put my right hand on the millenia-old stones, small note clenched between forefinger and thumb, cupped my left over the pathetic kippa so the wind wouldn’t swipe it from me, stuck my note in one of the cracks, and prayed…
What did the note say?
