So, I don’t know my way around and I’m scared to get into cabs. I don’t speak the primary language but mostly, I love it here. It’s hard to explain why. Today, during Shabbos, we walked to the Western Wall to have our third Shabbos meal. The food was awful but I had the strangest… Continue reading Shabbos 2 in Israel
Wow! In six days, I will be in a foreign country. Aside from Canada and the Dominican Republic, I’ve been to no other foreign soil either. This will be the farthest I’ve ventured from my time zone. Meanwhile: Panicking about how I’m going to survive on disability but now EVERYONE at work knows my plans… Continue reading 6 Days til Israel
or at least I hope not. I’m trying to get back into the rhythm since my hiatus from Judaism classes and grad school classes because of the high holidays of juggling everything “reasonably well.” So far, so good. My homework has been on time, my work has been good–I WILL pass more students this marking… Continue reading The rhythm is going to get you…
So, I finally called my Dad in the Dominican Republic since getting on the plane back to the US in August. Erm, August 15 to be exact. Meanwhile, I broke it to Dad that I was decidedly converting to Judaism after all. Dad laughed. In fact, he couldn’t stop laughing until the conversation was over.… Continue reading Laughter heard around the world
Asked out by one of the janitors at KJ today. Turns out he’s Dominican, from my parents’ hometown, too. He’s here in the states getting his MA in Computer Engineering and working two jobs to pay off school. Pretty admirable hardworking guy but NOT JEWISH. Pretty cute too but NOT JEWISH. He asked me out… Continue reading You’re not Jewish so I can’t go out with you…
So I visited a Sephardic shul in midtown east for my Friday night meal under the sukkah. The place was beautiful. The singing had a Middle Eastern twang. The food was unidentifiable except for something called “kipe” that Dominicans eat and call the same thing. So, while I may look Sephardic…or at least Israeli according… Continue reading Going on "Sephardic"
I am starting to see how much I am changing and how much other people in my life are staying the same. This is somewhat difficult on both sides. Where I am excited about my growing Jewish identification, they are confused or perplexed or they trivialize the things that are becoming more and more important… Continue reading The Chasm Widens
Memoirs of a Jewminicana 