I need to meet more Jews.
I came to this conclusion last week after talking to a Jew.
They’re somewhat elusive here in Austin, so anytime I come across one it’s a big freakin’ deal.
Why is it such a big deal?
Because I’m Jewish.
Because when I come across another M.O.B. (Member of the Tribe- a phrase a fellow Jew shared with me), the world and my life finally make sense.
Let me be clear: like many religion-challenged Jews, I’m non-practicing.
My grandmother was raised in an Orthodox Jewish household. At a certain turning point she was like “fffff this shit” and turned her back on the religion. She raised my mother in the Whatever faith, who subsequently raised me similarly. Needless to say religion has never been the terrifying and guiding light in our lives. All my close family members call themselves “spiritual” and shoot the shit with God in their own ways.
Though we didn’t go to temple and because the faith ran down my mother’s bloodline, the Jewy-ness of my (more…)