With a Suitcase in Each Hand
Julie Sugar
“They are Americans,” my father often explained about my brother and me while we were growing up.
“They are Americans,” my father often explained about my brother and me while we were growing up.
When I was in second grade, I didn’t want to make a Mother’s Day card with the rest of the kids in class.
A little over a year ago, much of my life was shifting wildly or was already shattered: my relationship, my living situation, my health—and my religious observance. I had been secretly breaking Shabbos for a while, and finally acknowledged to myself that I was no longer committed to halakha, traditional Jewish law.
By Shavuos, I was reeling from a major transition in my life, and decided to no longer pretend to be observant of halakha, traditional Jewish law.
I conceded to myself that feminism or LGBTQ inclusion within the movement really is an oxymoron, a fantasy. It was time for me to finally break up with Orthodox Judaism.
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