I haven’t written in a while. I feel like I’ve been totally missing from this blog. Which is funny because if there’s ever a time someone who writes an interfaith blog has a lot to say it’s December. And I did so many things that are a part of our interfaith story. I went to events, took part in conversations, finally spoke to J’s family about me, hosted a Hanukkah party and a Christmas party! I could sit down and…
I had a whole post written about this year’s Yom Kippur experience — how I assumed it would go. Spoiler alert: it was rough. I went to Kol Nidre services. Then I went to work where I had the hardest Yom Kippur of my life since I was, you know, actually working and not eating or drinking. Broke fast in the comfort of an edit room with all my coworkers during a last-minute meeting. None of them were fasting. All…
When I had lunch with a clergy spouse, it lead to an interfaith conversation. I can’t say I agreed with his feelings, but I understood them. New England is a weird place to move to. Especially if you move to a place that’s kind of far from a big city. J and I are lucky — we’ve made friends here because everyone we work with is a transplant. Those who aren’t in the same boat, struggle. This is how…