Seder with my niece who’s at Brown and a classmate. Non-Jewish guest asks about my visit to Israel this January. I take deep breath. Thoughtful discussion ensues, no joke. But this piece made me laugh out loud, so thank you (and will share with niece!)
Apologies for whatever technical glitch put almost too much Me on this page. Could be a Substack thing or a personal laptop thing -- whatever. So sorry. I'd love to say it won't happen again.
Omg this masterwork sounds like my family's Thanksgiving! (Even if it does include the disparaging of my Protestant faith's promised messiah's name, which I can rationalize defending on First Amendment grounds.)
The Southern Baptists of my youth (I had no say in the matter) and the Presbyterians of my adulthood need an iconoclast, a maverick, like you, young lady. Someone who can find hilarity in the ancient symbolism and stubborn refusal to join the current Real World.
Omg this masterwork sounds like my family's Thanksgiving! (Even if it does include the disparaging of my Protestant faith's promised messiah's name, which I can rationalize defending on First Amendment grounds.)
The Southern Baptists of my youth (I had no say in the matter) and the Presbyterians of my adulthood need an iconoclast, a maverick, like you, young lady. Someone who can find hilarity in the ancient symbolism and stubborn refusal to join the current Real World.
Omg this masterwork sounds like my family's Thanksgiving! (Even if it does include the disparaging of my Protestant faith's promised messiah's name, which I can rationalize defending on First Amendment grounds.)
The Southern Baptists of my youth (I had no say in the matter) and the Presbyterians of my adulthood need an iconoclast, a maverick, like you, young lady. Someone who can find hilarity in the ancient symbolism and stubborn refusal to join the current Real World.
Omg this masterwork sounds like my family's Thanksgiving! (Even if it does include the disparaging of my Protestant faith's promised messiah's name, which I can rationalize defending on First Amendment grounds.)
The Southern Baptists of my youth (I had no say in the matter) and the Presbyterians of my adulthood need an iconoclast, a maverick, like you, young lady. Someone who can find hilarity in the ancient symbolism and stubborn refusal to join the current Real World.
Kiddush Cup, although it probably felt like Kaddish.
Seder with my niece who’s at Brown and a classmate. Non-Jewish guest asks about my visit to Israel this January. I take deep breath. Thoughtful discussion ensues, no joke. But this piece made me laugh out loud, so thank you (and will share with niece!)
Pretty much this
Brilliant.
The theme of Passover 2024 is treading lightly.
Apologies for whatever technical glitch put almost too much Me on this page. Could be a Substack thing or a personal laptop thing -- whatever. So sorry. I'd love to say it won't happen again.
Omg this masterwork sounds like my family's Thanksgiving! (Even if it does include the disparaging of my Protestant faith's promised messiah's name, which I can rationalize defending on First Amendment grounds.)
The Southern Baptists of my youth (I had no say in the matter) and the Presbyterians of my adulthood need an iconoclast, a maverick, like you, young lady. Someone who can find hilarity in the ancient symbolism and stubborn refusal to join the current Real World.
Omg this masterwork sounds like my family's Thanksgiving! (Even if it does include the disparaging of my Protestant faith's promised messiah's name, which I can rationalize defending on First Amendment grounds.)
The Southern Baptists of my youth (I had no say in the matter) and the Presbyterians of my adulthood need an iconoclast, a maverick, like you, young lady. Someone who can find hilarity in the ancient symbolism and stubborn refusal to join the current Real World.
Omg this masterwork sounds like my family's Thanksgiving! (Even if it does include the disparaging of my Protestant faith's promised messiah's name, which I can rationalize defending on First Amendment grounds.)
The Southern Baptists of my youth (I had no say in the matter) and the Presbyterians of my adulthood need an iconoclast, a maverick, like you, young lady. Someone who can find hilarity in the ancient symbolism and stubborn refusal to join the current Real World.
Omg this masterwork sounds like my family's Thanksgiving! (Even if it does include the disparaging of my Protestant faith's promised messiah's name, which I can rationalize defending on First Amendment grounds.)
The Southern Baptists of my youth (I had no say in the matter) and the Presbyterians of my adulthood need an iconoclast, a maverick, like you, young lady. Someone who can find hilarity in the ancient symbolism and stubborn refusal to join the current Real World.
This was, to say the least, cathartic :)