The Yeshiva system was an exotic new world I discovered post-conversion, along with gefilte-fish and dreidels.

Information about my mother can be divided into three categories: things I know, things I don’t know, and things I have been told.

I hadn’t seen Ari for seven years but I remembered him well.  Actually I remembered him in nostalgic and probably inaccurate detail.

Reading over my JPS translation this weekend, one eye on my book and one eye on my Twitter feed, it was almost too easy to read the Trayvon Martin case into the text. Too easy to feel that, in addition to commemorating the Temples of old, we should be in mourning for the justice system of today.

At readings, there’s a palpable sense of relief, that the unpopular opinion we hold has been spoken aloud, and that this community of mothers and midwives who feel this way exists.

There we are, a group of feminist scholars and leaders, in a movement seeking to change the gender landscape of Orthodox Jewish leadership.

It happened! On June 16 three Orthodox women were ordained as clergy by an Orthodox religious institution.

In the span of two weeks, I was sexually harassed twice on the subway.

“They are Americans,” my father often explained about my brother and me while we were growing up.