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138 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 1983
My parents never approved of my conversion. In fact, we have not spoken since the day I became a Jew. My son has enjoyed a beautiful relationship with my in-laws, but at the age of six, sensing that something was wrong, he approached me one day and asked, "Mommy, don't you have parents too?" It was a very difficult day in my life. I tried to explain the situation as best I could given his age and level of understanding. It still hurt, though. And there has been no happy ending.There are examples of good outcomes as well, but personally, it felt like the number of tragic stories or stories of difficulty outweighed the good ones.
Christmas! How could I not have Christmas? The happiest memories of my life were bound up with it. Smells, colors, sounds--it was so much a part of my consciousness. I was resentful at the thought of having to give it up. But I did come to the realization that a Christmas tree would have no place in my Jewish home.I get that people like the holidays they grew up with, but that seems completely out of proportion to me. I haven't cared about the presents aspect of Christmas for over half my life and haven't cared about the religious aspect ever, so it's possible that I'm an outlier. I can't relate to it at all, and it just makes me scratch my head in bemusement.