a gay black woman's discovery of her jewish self

First He Came for the Muslims

Posted on: November 17, 2016

 Yesterday the Huffington Post reported that drumpf is considering registering Muslims.

Hell, no. Fuck, no. Not this time, mother fucker! Not today, Satan, not today.

drumpf spent his entire campaign promising to build a wall to “secure our boarders”, he promised to prevent all Muslims from entering our country, he promised to register Muslims living in the country and his top advisers went on national television to say that the Japanese internment camps were the “model” for what they had in mind for Muslims. he’s aiming his guns at women’s rights, LGBTQ rights, the press and news media, and the environment.

This is our time to truly stand together as human beings to say NO MORE! Maya Angelou once said that you should believe the things that people say, and in this moment I believe what drumpf says. The Shoah did not start with gas chambers, it started when a demagogue was elected to government and within six months of his election Jews started to be “registered”.

We’ve seen this before and we know how it ends.

drumpf has put out a hit on black and brown people and the disabled. he’s made it clear that women are pieces of property that are easily disposed of, his vice president-elect barely understands how a condom works and wants to overturn Roe v. Wade and de-funded Planned Parenthood, an organization in which on 3% of services are abortions. he’s made it clear that victims of sexual assault “make up stories” and don’t deserve justice. drumpf has promised to build a wall and to deport anyone who is in this country illegally, he’s even gone as far as to say that only people who have committed crimes will be deported (pst, being undocumented is a crime in this country). drumpf has threatened reputable newspapers like the New York Times for libel (for simply stating facts), he’s said that “stop and frisk” was a gold standard and has an eye to appoint a racist and bigot to his staff. he has also said that climate change was invented by China and recently said that pesticides don’t harm people. There are talks of him rolling back the Clean Air Act and other environmental protection laws. The list of his promises goes on and on and serves no human being.

I believe he will try to do every one of these things because he says he will. This is not the time to sit back and wait. We cannot “see what happens” or “give him some time”. As Jews, our history reminds us that when they come for one of us, they’re coming for us all. 6 million Jews died in the Holocaust, but over 10 million people died; the Roma, LGBTQ people, the disabled, opposition party members, Lutherans, Poles, etc.

All week I’ve been re-posting instances of hate that have been cropping up across the United States and Canada since drumpf was declared our president elect (500 and counting) and I will keep posting them. Many times people have said that the ugliness should be burned, that the signs should be thrown away, the spray paint cleaned off. And I agree, no one should have to see these hateful signs. And I think we do need to see them because they’ve been hiding in plain sight for decades.

Contrary to idiotic Republican belief, racism didn’t start because of Obama. Racism planted it’s seed in these lands the second white explorers docked on this continents shores. It was, for a time, loud and ugly and permeated through our states and then it became quiet, relegated in our minds to “backwards” places like the South or rural towns. Not so. It’s always been here. Racism is in the hidden confederate flags of our friend’s homes, our crazy “older” grandparents. Racism is in the suspicious look we give when a brown person boards the plane, in not wanting white daughters to date black boys. Racism exists in our schools when black boys and girls are seen as threatening and incapable of learning. Racism exists when we say, “all lives matter!” or “blue lives matter!”. Racism exists when we scoff at a school system giving students off for Muslim holidays. Racism exists when “that family” will bring down the property value or when moving into an “up and coming” area. Racism exists in assumptions we make on someone based on their skin color, when we clutch our purses when a group of black men walk by. Racism killed Trayvon Martin and Sandra Bland and Eric Garner and the hundreds of thousands of black and brown bodies killed in this country at the hands of police officers who weren’t held accountable and the court systems who let them off spanning back generations to the Jim Crow South.

So look at those signs in your “liberal” neighborhoods. See them. And fight against them.

Today my Action Step was to call my congressmen to oppose steve bannon’s appointment. What’s yours?




Your Safety Pin Can’t Be Your Only Action

Posted on: November 14, 2016

Safety_PinSince the election the British “safety pin movement” has take roots in the United States, and for some folks it feels like the wrong move. Some news sources are saying that it’s a silent protest of drumf, others are saying that it’s meant to show marginalized people that the wearer is an ally, some are just doing it because it’s cool and what people are doing. My question is why people are people really wearing it. Is it to make the wearer feel part of a movement? Is it to make the wearer feel like they’re doing an action? Is it to make the wearer feel like they’ve done something in this time where it seems like there’s nothing to be done?

(psst, there’s plenty to be done).

It’s my understanding that the safety pin is meant to show that the wearer is prepared to be an ally to a marginalized person come what may. To me that means that if I am on the bus in Seattle and the person next to me starts swearing at me, calling me a nigger, etc. that you, Safety Pin Wearer have signaled by wearing your safety pin that you will help me. This means that you might come and sit next to me to ask how I’m doing, ask about the weather, distract me from the man harassing me.

By wearing a safety pin you are signaling to the woman wearing the hijab that you are there to support her, to be an ally for her. So that means that maybe you smile at her if you’re waiting in line behind her at the market perhaps you ask how her day is going.

To me it seems like the LGBTQ Safe Space stickers in places of business that signal to an at-risk person that they are safe. My only concern is that it means so many things to different people that I wonder that people aren’t prepared to do what the symbol means.

I’m aware that folks of every race and religion are wearing the pin, and I get that not everyone has the ability to take to the streets in protest. For folks who feel hopeless in this time wearing a pin is an incredibly easy thing to do.

It just can’t be the only thing. It has to be a step, not the end all be all. There are many “action” items that folks can do from the comfort of their home, here is my incomplete list.

  1. DONATE! This week I’ve donated to RAINN, an organization that helps victims of sexual abuse; CAIR, an organization educates the general public on Islam and advocates for Muslims, ACLU, Planned Parenthood, and a local immigration rights organization.

    Donate and encourage your friends, family, colleagues to do so as well.

  2. MARCH! Many cities are holding local marches on January 21st in protest of “president” elect drumpf. There’s also a National March on Washington planned for the same day. Almost every day cities are holding local protests. Can’t march? Perhaps donate to the organizations who are marching, bring protesters hand warmers, coffee, food. Maybe help someone who wants to go to the Washington March by making a contribution to their flight.
  3. USE YOUR VOICE! The reason we got to this place isn’t only because a 50 million people voted for an asshole racist fuckwad, but because we the people have allowed injustices to go on without raising so much as an eye from our smart phones. From the Flint water crisis to militarized policing of brown and black bodies to Standing Rock we let this happen. Every time we laughed at a homophobic joke, a racist joke, an Islamophobic joke, an antisemitic joke we let this happen. Because it didn’t touch us personally we chose not to see the hatred build and now we’re stuck with it.

    Don’t do nothing, don’t despair, use your voice to call your elected officials and demand that they protect the rights of ALL Americans. Something as small as noticing that your child’s school only celebrates Christmas or that the books in the library aren’t diverse is a step in the right direction.

  4. CHECK IN! Ask your friends, neighbors, co-workers who are marginalized folks if they’re okay. I have been incredibly moved by the people who have reached out to me to ask how I’m doing. The thing is, if you do this it’s your time to listen, not to commiserate, which can be incredibly hard. After they’ve told you how they’re feeling during this time of unrest your job is to tell them that you’re there for them, and to show up when they need you. Your job is not to then go into how you’re feeling.
  5. RACISM IS REAL, DON’T HIDE FROM IT! Talk to your kids about racism. This can be incredibly scary for parents, especially white parents, but you owe it to your children to talk about race and racism because they already know more than you think they do. I read somewhere that by age three a child already knows the “order of the races”. Which means that by three your child knows that it’s better to be white.
  6. FIND SOME NEW FRIENDS! After you’ve talked to your kids about racism (keep talking, btw) re-evaluate your friend group. Do you have only friends who are white? Are all of your friends the same religious group as you? Are the only POCs in your life the help?
  7. DON’T GET COMPLACENT! It’s only week one, ya’ll. Shit is going to get real real in January and shit will only get worse before it gets better once the drumpf takes office with his cronies of racists, bigots and antisemites. Life may not change for you, and if that’s true all the more reason to visit the above suggestions.



Yes, All White People

Posted on: November 12, 2016

Dear White People,

Yes, all of you. I need you to do something. I need you to sit in your discomfort of this black woman saying that you (yes, you) are going to be okay.

In your white skin you can and have lived with a world of privilege. You can walk down the street and no one will clutch their purse or walk on the other side for fear of you.

In your white skin you can get a cab at any time of the day or night in any city anywhere in the country.

In your white skin you can look at expensive purses, watches, jewelry (or shop at the local Old Navy) without looks of suspicion or be followed.

In your white skin you can sit at a lunch table with people who look like you.

In your white skin you can watch any television show, movie, commercial and see your face. You can pick up a magazine and your face will be on the cover, faces in the advertisements will mirror your own.

In your white skin you can walk into Duane Reade or Walgreens or CVS and find makeup that will match your skin and hair products that will wash and style your hair. You can walk into any salon and you will get your hair done.

In your white skin you can send your child to any school and not worry that they’ll be the only one that looks like them. You can read your child any book and your child will see their face. You can buy any toy, any baby doll at any big chain or small town toy store and your child will see their face.

In your white skin you can go to any doctor any where and the doctor will not prejudge you, your health, your weight simply by looking at you and before reading your chart.

In your white skin you can turn in a term paper and it will not be assumed that you have plagiarized it.

In your white skin you can attend an elite preschool, grade school, prep school, high school, university and no one will assume you got in on scholarship or because of your white skin. Your professors will not question your place there or patronize you.

In your white skin you will not be disadvantaged at an interview before the first handshake.

In your white skin as your possible anger, fear, frustration over this election subsides and life continues as it did before you will be able to laugh with the late night television hosts about the buffoonery of the asshat who is the president elect. You may not hesitate to hold your partner’s hand when you walk down the street. You may not hesitate walking alone at night in your neighborhood. You will go out to dinner, to the movies, to PTA and your life will be as it has before because of your white skin.

In your white skin it will be business as usual by the end of this week. For many, it already is.

In your white skin you can marvel at the new Red Cups at Starbucks, wonder what’s for dinner, make plans for the holidays.

In your white skin you can already sleep. Or as someone told me yesterday at Yoga Teacher Training, “already start to feel better!”

In your white skin you can let your kid play on the street without worry.

In your white skin you can pump gas without being harassed. You can go into your place of worship and not find it vandalized.

In your white skin you can wear proclamations of your faith (a crucifix, perhaps) and not want/need to hide it.

In your white skin history books tell your story, the line of white presidents returns.

In my black skin this is not possible. It’s not possible for my sisters in hijab. It is not possible for my brothers who wear turban. It is not possible for my gender queer and gender non-conforming friends of color. It is not possible from anyone with brown skin.

So, white people. Yes, all white people. You have a responsibility to yourself, your children, your family and your community to NOT let yourself fall back into your life.

You have a responsibility to teach your children, your family, your community that the work doesn’t end because your life returns to normal. You have the responsibility to talk about issues of race and racism and hatred and sexism and rape culture and xenophobia and bigotry and bullying and Islamophobia, and antisemitism and misogyny with your children and the MODEL that these are things you do not stand for.

You have the responsibility to check in with your black and brown and queer and disabled friends next week, next month, next year and the weeks, months and years that follow.

You have the responsibility to act with your wallet and donate to funds that help people of color, women, children, undocumented citizens who will live in hell for four years.

You have a responsibility to continue to be angry, scared, worried. You have a responsibility to ACT when you see discrimination, when you see white normative dominance in your life. You have a responsibility to speak out against racial, ethnic and religious injustice. You have the responsibility to work.

Your job for the next four years, if you are truly heartbroken at the result of this election, to consider what it would be like to give up your white skin and all of the privileges that come with it. You cannot do this, obviously. There’s no way for you to wake up black tomorrow. But, you do owe it to all the rest of us to consider it. And you owe it to yourself and the rest of us to never forget how you felt on Wednesday morning; that fear, that anger, that terror, because we can’t.

We never have.

What To Do With Your Liberal White Rage

Posted on: November 10, 2016

white fists in the airTuesday night was a shock to a lot of us. After Florida was called for that racist bigot who might be the president elect I went to bed. I watched from my phone as the race continued to tip in his favor and I somehow fell asleep. I slept until my wife came in and snuggled me.

“Did he win?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she responded.

In the last 24+ hours I’ve cried bitterly, desperately, angrily. It isn’t a shock that the United States is racist. I knew that. I guess it’s best described as disbelief. I just didn’t realize the full extent of the racism. It is that disbelief that I’m seeing across my Facebook timeline, and some white folks (and some brown folks, too) have expressed their anger, sadness, frustration and solidarity while others have said things like, let’s come together, let’s try to love, let’s give it a chance. When POCs have responded with how hurtful, dismissive and frustrating sentiments like these are I’ve seen some white folks get defensive.

I get it. This is a shock to a lot of people, and that shock is unsettling and everyone should feel the feelings they are feeling. We also need to realize that the feelings of other people may night quite align with yours.

Be upset.

Be fucking pissed off.

Be sad.

Be angry.

See rage.


Feel hurt.

Feel let down.

Hold your kids tight. And get to work.

For too long we’ve believed that this place or that place we live in is Liberal so it’s okay. I live in X and everything is fine here. My friends, my spouse, I don’t think that way and everything is okay. I’m a feminist.

Whatever your reason for sitting idly while others worked, protested, gave of time and money and sweat, now is the time to get off of the sidelines and to join in the fight.

I cannot bleach away the blackness of my skin. I cannot straighten the kinks of my hair. I cannot hide my pussy. I am exactly what you see. And for half of this country I am what they hate. And I have to walk these streets in a body they hate.

Two dear friends said things to me that I disagreed with. One, in dismay at a homophobic attack, said it’s unfortunate because where the attack happened was a liberal area of LA. Another said that we should fight hatred with love, a sentiment Dr. King based his non-violent platform on. I disagree with my friends.

Liberal areas are no less a threat to someone who looks like me, to someone who wears a hijab, to someone who wears a kippah, to someone who loves someone of the same sex or someone who doesn’t conform to “gender norms”. We can still get shot, five people did, in “liberal” Seattle last night.

Love isn’t there when synagogues are vandalized, when churches are burned. Love isn’t in the bystanders who watch as a woman’s hijab is ripped from her head or when a woman is called a nigger. Love isn’t there when children scream “build a wall” to their classmates and teachers watch in dismay. Love isn’t there when we’ve told the countless people who are victims of sexual assault and rape that not only can your attacker walk free, he can win the presidency of our country. That’s not love. Complacency isn’t love. Love doesn’t get shit done, it’s obvious that hate does.

For too long we’ve lived in our safe bubbles with our liberal friends, our neutral friends, our happy lives while black and brown folks raged in Ferguson, St. Louis, Detroit, Flint, Standing Rock and other communities fighting for the basic freedoms we (I) took for granted.

What do you suppose happens after he comes for the Muslims, the Mexicans, the undocumented, the Jews …

When blacks exclaimed BLACK LIVES MATTER, did you say it too?

When LGBTQ folks exclaimed that we DEMAND EQUAL HUMAN RIGHTS, did you demand it too?

When Water Protectors exclaimed WATER IS LIFE!, did you say it too?

For too long folks with white (or light) skin have been able to blend in, to not make waves, not stick their necks out too far. If you’re feeling the things you’re feeling and you want to create change, do it. It does no one any good to simply sit with the emotions. And it’s infuriating for you to try to tell me how I should feel, I’m not trying to tell you how to feel. I’m asking you to take how you’re feeling, all of that anger, raged, despair frustration, disbelief and put it into action.


Fired Up and Ready to Go

Posted on: November 9, 2016

Angela Davis  Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS

Angela Davis
Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS

A wise man said that during his election and I will admit that having a Black man sitting as President in these United States for the last 8 years I have been complacent. It is a historic fact that our country is rooted in genocide, slavery, bigotry, racism, segregation and sexism. Having a Black man with Kenyan roots and an African name as our President led to an existence of rose-colored glasses.

I am continually horrified by the militarized policing of black and brown bodies and the hundreds of deaths that result in the police whose duty is to protect and serve. But the police weren’t bothering me, or my immediate family. Even when it was close, it was happening over there.

And today, after a second fretful night of sleeping, I wake up to a nation where over half of my “fellow” Americans have voted for a man who ran on a platform of bigotry, misogyny, hatred, fear and Islamophobia. This man who has been sued multiple times for racial discrimination, who has several pending sexual assault charges and child rape charges. A man who publicly boasted sexually assaulting women and then defended his words. A man who said publicly that women who have abortions should be punished and that Planned Parenthood should be de-funded. A man who mocked a disabled person and called our Vets weak for having PTSD. A man who has insulted women and reporters and anyone who stood in his way. A man who wants to ban all Muslims from entering out country and wants to ID and track those who already live here. A man who called Mexicans rapists and drug dealers and who intends to build a wall and start mass deportations. A man who wants to repeal a health plan that covers millions of Americans who were denied coverage. A man who wants to repeal Federal Marriage Equality, thus taking away my freedom. A man who the KKK endorsed will be the president of the United States.

He’s not my president. A president is meant to unite the people, to bring them together, to celebrate differences and see them as beneficial. A president is meant to bring us into the future, not catapolt us into the past.

Last night my wife and I talked about what to do next. We could visit our family in Switzerland and stay for four years. We’re Jews, maybe we could make aliyah. The Canadian boarder is a few hours drive from our house.

In the end we’ve decided that we need to fight and I’m scared for my life. I’m physically exhausted and have cried violently and desperately. I worry for my family living in a state that turned Red with Hate. I worry for my parents who lived this before I was born. I worry for my wife and I and the children we want to have. I worry for my Muslim brothers and sisters and my undocumented brothers and sisters. As I walked to my car this morning I worried it would be vandalized, our house targeted. I wanted to take my Hillary sticker off of my car to avoid being targeted and possibly harassed, but I left it on and I’m wearing a pin today.

My Ancestors who fled ancient lands in the Middle East and the pogroms and Hilter’s regime, my Ancestors who were brought here in chains, those who fought in the Civil War for their freedom, those who fought for the right to vote and gave their blood, their sweat, their tears, their lives for me to be able to proudly and loudly proclaim myself as a black, gay, Jewish woman require me to act now. I’m ashamed at my complacency, that it took this for me to feel the urge to act. But that urge is a raging fire burning in the tears that stream down my face.

The path has been laid by black and brown bodies long gone and those who experienced the History I learned of in school books, my job now is to follow that path and forge new ones. I’m lacing up my boots and dusting of a black leather jacket. I’m picking out my ‘fro and raising my fist. I’m heading to volunteer, to organize, to give of my money, my time, my body because the next four years will require a fight from us all. It will require us to lift one another up, to stand shoulder to shoulder and to look hatred in the eye.

I am afraid.

And I’m ready to go.


Food For Thought-Tips for Shuls

Posted on: October 30, 2016

14853270_981667618336_7768744794894173703_oA friend I made at Pardes posted the “Food for Thought” (pictured above) on Facebook today and I thought (and commented) wouldn’t it be great if shuls passed these out for JOCs and Multiracial Jewish families? And instead of waiting for a shul to maybe do it, I thought I’d create one myself.

If you’re a member of a congregation, feel free to copy and amend this for your community’s individual needs.

At Congregation X our Mission Statement states that we’re an open, inclusive and diverse community, but it’s come to our attention that not all of our congregants feel welcomed in our synagogue. Here are some ideas about how more long-term and established congregants can live our Mission Statement and be more open and welcoming to our members and their families.

Avoid Saying: Are you Jewish?

Why: Let’s presume that if they’re in shul on Shabbat that they are Jewish. And if they’re not, why is it so important? Just avoid asking this all together.

Say Instead: What did you think of the service today?


Avoid Saying: Are you new here?

Why: They may have been attending here for years and you just may not have met them. Saying this may imply that you don’t think they belong here.

Say Instead: I don’t think we’ve met yet. My name is …


Avoid Saying: Did you convert?

Why: By asking someone who is a Jew of Color or member of a Mulitracial Jewish family if they’ve converted assumes that because they do not look like you that they’re not “really Jewish”. If you want to know more about them, ask a more sincere question.

Say Instead: Will I see you next week?


Avoid Saying: Do you know X, they’re also Asian. Or anything of the sort.

Why: Because two people share the same ethnic or racial background doesn’t necessarily mean that they know each other. It also can make someone feel as though you are singling them out for being a Jew of Color, which can be uncomfortable.

Say Instead: I’m so glad to have met you today! This is my daughter/son, …


What am I missing? Post your additions in the comments below!



An Unetaneh Tokef for Black Lives:

In our hearts it is written, and on the streets it is sealed:
Who shall live, and who shall die
Who with hands up, who holding his ID;
Who while selling ciggies, who peddling CDs;
Who in cold blood, who by chokehold.

In the law books it is written, and in the courthouse it is sealed:
Who with a wallet, who with a BB gun;
Who in a project stairs, who in a police van;
Who in a parked car, who at the local bar;
Who with broken brake light, who on his wedding night.

Who while running away, who in an alleyway.

On the day of birth it is written, and on the day of death it is sealed:
Who a born suspect, who called derelict;
Who labeled predator, who forever debtor;
Who in a classroom of despair, who denied healthcare;
Who in cellblock clatter, whose black life still doesn’t matter.

In truth You are the Judge,
The Exhorter, the All knowing, the Witness,
Who Inscribes and Seals.

So why can’t tefilah and teshuvah and tzedakah
Make a damn difference


The Jewish Week is Covering Jews of Color!

Posted on: October 7, 2016

I’m so excited to see that popular Jewish paper and online source, The Jewish Week is covering Jews of Color this week! It’s always great to see Jews of Color getting more press and Gd willing, we’ll no longer need these “Special” pieces. But until that time comes, I’m happy to see it!

According to Chava Shervington, president of the Jewish Multiracial Network, a nonprofit that works to advance and empower Jews of color and multiracial families, the past few years mark a sea change in the conversation about race in the Jewish community. She discussed the issue with The Jewish Week in May, during the largest-ever Jews of Color conference in Manhattan.

“JMN members used to have to light themselves on fire to gain entry to mainstream Jewish organizations,” she said, referring to the difficulty Jews of color have had getting recognition in such forms as funding and leadership roles at communal organizations. “Now that the Jewish community is interested in people’s personal stories, we’re asking them to take that next step. The inclusion and empowerment of Jews of color is essential to the community we are, and to the community we are increasingly becoming.”

Interest in the broader Jewish community about the experience of Jews of color has been bolstered by a number of recent studies indicating that Jews of color make up a larger percentage of the American Jewish community than previously thought.
Read the rest here! 

I have so much to say about this, but for now I’m going to cross post this piece that is more eloquent than anything I could muster right now.

If you can’t see based on this, the countless others who have died at the hands of police in the last 3-5 years, the countless anonymous blacks who lost their lives in Jim Crow South, the thousands of slaves without names or identities tossed aside like trash, the thousands of Africans that lost their lives while being transported across the Atlantic Ocean. If you can’t see this foundation of hatred our country is based on and the ways in which it is constantly perpetuated each day and in the daily lives of Black Americans, then you can kindly see yourself off of this site.

#BlackLivesMatter And we shouldn’t have to keep saying. it.

 Five Things I need from White People Right Now

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MikvahVersary-And a New Name!

Posted on: August 17, 2016

mary's spring

Five years ago today I became a Jew.

It seems like forever ago and like I’ve been Jewish my whole life.

I have fond memories of Christmas, enjoyed getting new Cabbage Patch dolls for Easter, Jesus is alright with me, but being Jewish fills my neshema, my soul. It’s who I am and it’s hard to remember my life before Judaism.

My last week in Jerusalem, one of my absolutely favorite people, one of my soul friends at Pardes told me they had something special planned for Tuesday. The school schedule was a trip to Mount Hertzel and another option I’ve forgotten already, but we planned on skipping and enjoying some precious alone time before I left. The original plan was to go to Tel Aviv, but when they called me to tell me about a well important to women of the Quran, New Testament and Torah I said yes.

The three of us piled into a cab and went for a twenty minute drive to the town of Ein Kerem to a well known as Mary’s Spring (The Virgin Mary, Mary Magdalene, Miriam). We stepped tentatively 150 feet down into the earth via an iron ladder in desperate need of re-welding to the comforting cool of an ancient well. The Spring is a tourist destination and is beautiful, but a little known fact is that tucked away behind the man-made spring that pilgrims go to to wash is an ancient well hidden in the trees. And in that well, next to two of my soul friends, I received from them blessings of love, fertility, joy, continued learning and friendship. I immersed in the frigid waters of the not-kosher mikvah and I gave myself a Hebrew middle name – רוח. It’s not a traditional Hebrew name, in fact I don’t think I know a single person with רוח as their first or middle name, but it spoke to me and it’s what I wanted to take with me.

רוח or Ruach in English means Spirit, specifically Divine Spirit. It was רוח that was filled within my neshema in Jerusalem, it was רוח that inspired my learning and it was רוח that allowed me to love completely two people who were, only three weeks before we entered that well, together strangers.

So my Hebrew name, in English is, Daughter of G-d Spirit. Which I think is perfect. Happy 5th Jewish birthday to me!


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