I longed for deeper Jewish friendships and a connection to my faith.
Passover can be hard for a transplanted convert.
Making up for lost time during the High Holidays
Growing up in a fairly liberal, Catholic family, joining the Jewish community wasn’t in my life plan. But as my family became close-minded, l began to wonder what I valued and trusted.
I’m a horrid over-sharer and I’m wondering, when it comes to conversion, is that okay, or do I need to rein it in?
In our weekly profile series, Who the Folk?!, we’ll interview a different member of the TC tribe every Monday. This week: Liv Augusta Anderson!
I got married fairly young, 25, and couldn’t wait to get rid of my birth name: Rabinowitz. In my mind, this name is overtly Jewish, and I was judged on it before people got to know me.
I grew up in a silent spiritual world, the seed of what was yet to come, planted so deeply, it took years to sprout. But when it did I discovered healing, wholeness, a sense of belonging—to my synagogue, Shir Tikvah, and Judaism. But it took a long time, and required a lot of help, to get there, to get to this moment.
In choosing Judaism, the Jewish people, and Jewish life I have found a wholeness, shalom, I have never before experienced.
My Catholic mother would never guess the role she has played in helping me to discern a Jewish identity and to live a Jewish life. But as every parent of small children knows, “little pitchers have big ears.”