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Uncategorized August 13, 2012

How We Have a Family Reunion

Short answer:
Either at a family wedding, or in bite-sized pieces.

With over 50 first cousins, I will leave it to you to guess if we are still doing holidays all together (NOT).  Us older married kids host our own holidays, and the younger marrieds go to the parents/in-laws.  Since my in-laws live in town, we are fortunate that we can go and visit whenever the siblings and cousins come to town.

But my family mostly lives in New Jersey and New York, and that’s why we have decided to do a winter road trip and a summer road trip each year so that we can all spend time together.  (We do not attempt to fly. For too many reasons to enumerate.)

So we’re off.  (Dear thieves: there are still occupants in my house.  Large, strong ones.  Just sayin.)
We’ll be based in Lakewood, NJ, where my parents and two sisters  live, with day trips to Monsey, NY to see my grandparents, aunts and uncles, plus some Kovals that reside there; Brooklyn to see my grandma and brother and family; Long Island, to drive my son back to school and also to visit my father’s grave at Wellwood Cemetery; and spending Shabbat with my younger brother (my DNA twin) and his wife and kids.  And we’ll retrieve my daughter from the camp bus!

So I may be AWOL for a bit… or not!  Hard to say when the blogging bug will bite.  Ta-ta! 

How do you organize family get-togethers?

Uncategorized August 6, 2012

The Precariousness of Jewish Education

“We were always surrounded by books, there was always a high caliber of discussion at the dinner table.”  He said his father, a Lithuanian Jew who was first in his class at Harvard, approached things “with great intellect and great curiosity.”


Rome’s family name is notarikon, or Hebrew acrostic, for Rosh Mativta, or “Head of the Yeshiva.”  “Supposedly we’re descended from the Gaon of Vilna on my father’s side.”  Elijah ben Solomon Zalman, the Gaon – or “eminence” – of Vilna was an outstanding eighteenth-century Lithuanian rabbi and one of the staunchest Orthodox opponents of the Hasidic movement.  So David Rome could claim very serious yichus – Jewish lineage.


He was bar mitzvahed in White Plains, New York, and attended a Hebrew high school run by the Jewish Theological Seminary.  But despite this rich Jewish background, he turned to Buddhism after college.  

“I wasn’t really looking.  It just happened.  Hitchhiking in Europe with an old friend from high school who had an interest in Eastern religions.  He dragged me along to Samye-ling, the meditation center in Scotland that Trungpa Rinpoche had started.  That was in 1971.  There I experienced meditation for the first time.”

Rome found in meditation “a sense that something was right – just very much intuition.”  Powerful too was “the quality of discipline in Buddhism,” which gave “a way of working with yourself, a way of what Rinpoche called making friends with yourself.  There was a path… you could actually have this commitment and work with it, work on it and progress, explore, go deeper, clarify.”

The Jew in the Lotus, Rodger Kamenetz
As an Orthodox Jew perusing these lines, and the many other lines of first-person accounts of bright, capable, active and affiliated Jews abandoning their Judaism for eastern religions, or synthesizing the two, my overriding emotion is regret.
The Jewish experience I grew up with contained many of the ingredients David and his fellow Jubus (Jewish-Buddhists) didn’t even know they were missing until they found them in Buddhism.
A sense that something was right?  I felt it every time we learned something that just made so much sense.  Every time my family sat down to a Shabbos dinner.  Every time I attended a chuppah ceremony at a Jewish wedding.
Quality of discipline?  Every time I went clothes shopping.  Every time I refrained from breaking Shabbat.  Every time I bypassed heavenly-smelling food at the mall food court.
A way of working with yourself?  Every time we were called to introspection, whether before Rosh Hashanah, after a tragedy, or in honor of a happy occasion.
A path?  A commitment?  The word “halacha,” Jewish law, actually means “a way of walking,” or a path, if you will.  It is both a path, a way to navigate life, and, yes, a commitment.  What characterizes fealty to halacha in Orthodox Judaism is that commitment: it cannot be broken, unless halacha itself permits it.
Go deeper?  Clarify?  Oh my gosh, are you kidding?  This theme probably emerged in every Torah lecture I’ve ever attended.  Keep growing, keep striving, never stagnate.
Here’s the problem:  youth, and thus youth education, is largely wasted on the young.  I know there are Orthodox Jews reading these lines who will be like “where was all that in my schooling”?  And I’d like to tell you that it was there.  I’m sure of it.  But in elementary school and high school and even post-high-school, we are often immature, watching the clock, passing notes (or texting in class – I clearly have been out of school for awhile), paying very close attention to our rumbling tummies, or catching up on homework.  Everything but Paying Attention.
If we could, as adults, go back and receive that education, as newly motivated learners, I wonder what might happen.
One of my kids was at summer camp this year, and a friend of mine was giving a Torah class.  My child was very enthused, and told the lecturer how much it was enjoyed.  My friend asked my child, “Haven’t you ever heard these ideas?”  My child replied, no, not really, school’s not really like that, blah blah blah.  
But I taught in my kids’ school.  I know the teachers personally.  I know what and how they teach.  They ARE giving over these ideas.  I think the problem is that my child isn’t listening.  My child is probably thinking about what to wear tomorrow and what’s for dinner.
When we lose our youth to other religions, we have to ask ourselves: what do those religions offer that ours doesn’t?  If the answer, indeed, is “nothing,” that’s the saddest of all.  Because that means the education, the beauty, the depth, is not traveling all the way, that long, long, journey, into the ears and hearts of our children.  In no way do I believe the transmission is broken.  I believe that the children are simply immature.  We must continue to educate our children – one day, hopefully, the ideas will sink in.  But most importantly, as adults, we have to find and avail ourselves of that depth, that beauty, that path, that commitment, that call to action, to introspection, that way of working with yourself, that discipline, and most of all, that sense that, indeed, something is very, very right.
Interviews, Uncategorized July 23, 2012

Meet Libby, my Chassidic Friend: an Interview

I’d like to introduce you to my new friend, Libby S.  Libby is a woman, a mother, and wife.  She belongs to the Vizhnitz group of Chassidus [Hasidism].  Libby has agreed to open her private life to all of you, in the hopes of helping me reach my goal on this blog: Jewish unity via mutual respect and education.  I am really grateful to her for this, and look forward to having you all learn from her life.

Please note that English is not Libby’s first language.  Yiddish is her first language.  I have added some translations and clarifications in brackets.

Uncategorized July 17, 2012

God: Up, Up, Down, Down

Through the baby monitor, I heard these words from my two-year-old daughter:

“Up, up, down, down…
up, down, up down…”

I knew immediately what she was singing!  Uncle Moishy’s song about God [Hashem]:

Hashem is here, Hashem is there, Hashem is truly everywhere
Hashem is here, Hashem is there, Hashem is truly everywhere
Up, up, down, down
right, left, and all around
Here, there and everywhere 
That’s where He can be found…

Apparently, she had been learning this ditty in her little day camp around the corner from my house.  I found this to be overwhelmingly heartwarming, and repeated her genius to everyone I know (hence, here).

Why?

Because I adore the fact that my very young child, who can barely put together a sentence, is absorbing in her young and fragile psyche ideas that I hold so dear.

That God is omniscient.

That He is omnipresent.

That He’s personal.

I take God personally.   That means I believe He cares intensely about what I do, micromanages world details to accommodate and make possible the personal growth of me and others, employs a level of detail in the minutiae of my motivations and machinations, and it’s all because He loves me.

Were you told that God loves you?  If you ever opened a prayer book to the Shema, it was right there, in the paragraph preceding it. 

Tim Tebow opened this question to the world on a whole new level: does God live on a sports field?

Here, there and everywhere, that’s where He can be found…

While hearing my child sing this song gives me intense comfort and peace, I acknowledge that there are those for whom it brings a stiffening of the neck. Was the Tebow debate about the detail of God’s personal involvement? Was it the resistance of Jews to unabashed declarations of faith?

Is that discomfort dependent on WHICH God we’re talking about (well-nigh irrelevant: a Jew would never wear his God on his sleeve. Why?)?

How much longer can my little girl unabashedly sing “Hashem is here” without filtering?

Related posts:
I’m In a Relationship
The Beauty of Basherte

Uncategorized July 8, 2012

You Have the Right To Remain Wrong

A conversation from my recent post “Saturday Joggers“:

Anonymous:  A few Shabbosim [Ed: Shabbats] ago I was thrown off when I passed a lady doing
gardening work and wished her a “good morning” and she responded with an
enthusiastic “Good Shabbos!”

[I thought, God,]…here is a woman who is
gardening on Shabbos because she doesn’t know any better and yet she is
obviously so very proud to be Jewish and to let me know she is Jewish!
How great are Your people!

Miriambyk:  As an O Jew with non-observant
friends and family, I would like to suggest a modest reframe to
Anonymous above. Can we learn to respect the possibility that the
Jewish neighbor is gardening on Shabbat not because she “doesn’t know
better” but perhaps because to her tending to a garden is part of
celebrating Gd’s universe, changing her routine, or relaxing, and
therefore a CHOICE of how to spend Shabbat? No, it is not halachic, but
does it really diminish my halachic observance if I acknowledge someone
else’s right to choose to observe differently?

Me: Miriam, while I think that the
percentage of Jewish gardeners/joggers on Shabbat who have made that
calculation is quite tiny, I think you hit on something extraordinarily
important that I think about all the time:

Does it really diminish my halachic observance if I acknowledge someone else’s right to choose to observe differently?

This
is the crux of this whole blog. Me acknowledging that everyone has
free will to act and believe as they choose, even if I privately
“believe” or “know” or whatever you want to call it (I choose to say
believe because it’s less confrontational) that it’s not halachically
correct, is not problematic. That’s because God gave us all free will
in the first place. It’s built in to Torah philosophy.

Some
people are scared that this smacks of pluralism. I disagree. Pluralism
means there are many correct ways (or even all ways have validity).
Free will means everyone has a right to do what I think is incorrect.

Anonymous [I believe the same original Anonymous]: Ruchi, how do you consider
someone’s actions to be “incorrect” and still not judge them? When I see
someone whose actions are often incorrect, according to my assessment, I
will either judge them or pity them. I’m thinking of people who parent
poorly, are unethical, irresponsible, etc. So why would we not judge or
pity someone who we thought was constantly doing wrong things on
shabbos?

And I promised a post dedicated to just that.

Recently, a friend of mine posted the following question on Facebook:

“Poll: Can you/should you separate a person from his actions/beliefs?  For example, can you like and/or respect someone whose beliefs and/or actions you find abhorrent?  Not ILLEGAL, like a murderer, but, say, [someone] whose religious beliefs or lifestyle are radically different from yours?”

I was astonished at the question.  I do that all the time!  It’s my breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  I couldn’t possibly interact with the world if I didn’t, regularly, judge behaviors without judging humans.  One of the very clear values I was raised with was “knowing right from wrong.”  I knew how to say that before I even understood what the words meant. 

I feel, strongly, that every person, and especially parents (and aren’t we our own parents?) must regularly, consciously, and purposefully engage in judgment.  Before your tear your hair out and delete me from your feed, read on.

Judge values.  Judge ideologies.  Judge actions.  Judge character traits.  Judge behaviors.  Judge systems.

They’re either admirable, deplorable, or somewhere on the spectrum.

But never, ever judge people.  Because they’re either: making a mistake; never learned that value; have chosen something else, erroneously thinking it valid; are right and you’re wrong; have come a long way unbeknownst to you; already regret it and are planning a redo; have an equally valid but foreign method of achieving an admirable goal; or you totally read the interaction wrong to begin with.

In Judaism, there is a mitzvah to do all this mental gymnastic gyration: “Give each person the benefit of the doubt.”  

Observation: the less intensely a person is invested in their Judaism, the easier they find it not to judge those that are less observant.  But the harder they find it to judge right from wrong.  I say this not as a judgment (heh) but as a personal experience.  Very often, people ask me for advice on matters of right and wrong.  When I supply what I know from Torah wisdom, they are so grateful, and amazed that such clear demarcations exist.

And the more intensely a person is invested in their Judaism, the harder they find it not to judge those that are less observant, but the easier they find it to judge right from wrong.

(Other observation: the injunction to not judge humans applies equally to those more religious, and to those less religious.  But I speak here not solely of judgment in religious living, but in parenting, eating, health, emotional savviness, and interpersonal intelligence.)

Note: it doesn’t say you must give every IDEOLOGY the benefit of the doubt.  

And that has made all the difference. 

So how do you know who’s really right?  If there is, indeed, a right and wrong?  Fortunately, I don’t worry about that.  Because I feel that in my life I have done my due diligence in examining the world to the best of my knowledge and trying to make the most educated and objective decisions as far as living my values.  If I’m wrong, I believe that God will understand and love me anyway, since I’m doing my personal best.  If I’m right and others are wrong, I believe God understands what their personal best is, in a way that they themselves aren’t even aware of.  And where we’re both right… we’ll party together in the shared joy that we haven’t lost our humanity in the struggle of figuring it out.    

Agree?  Disagree?  Impossible tightrope?  

Related posts:
Judgmental is Not a Religion, It’s a Personality Defect 
Meet Me in Chapter Three
The Danger of Being Orthodox

Uncategorized July 6, 2012

5 Things I Want You To Know About Orthodoxy: a guest post

Hey blog readers,

Today I’m over at The Rebbetzin Rocks.  Regular readers know my friend Leah Caruso well from her always-thoughtful discussion and participation in many of our conversations here.  She’s running “Orthodox week” on her blog, and has been kind enough to invite me over for tea.  And blogging.  So here they are… 5 of the many things I’d like you to know 🙂

Thanks Leah, for… well, you know.

Uncategorized July 4, 2012

JAPs, Jewish Mothers, and Epiphanies at Hallmark

Of course, I always knew what a JAP was.  She was tall, beautiful.  She lived in New York.  Maybe New Jersey.  She had a closet full of designer clothing and accessories that had always been casually purchased just this year.  Her parents redid her room, oh, every so breezy now and then with custom built-ins.  She knew what was in before anyone else did; in fact, it seemed that she created trend by virtue of oh-so-nonchalantly wearing it.

Here’s what I didn’t know: she had a nose job.  And maybe some other, er, “work.”  She was bratty.  Hard to live with.  Uncaring of first-world problems, let alone any other kind.  She threw tantrums well past the age of two.

Here’s what else I didn’t know.  Her father was short and balding.  Nebbish.  Neurotic.  Attached to his mother.  Had a bizarre, schmalty sense of humor.  Couldn’t say no to her if he tried.  Her mother?  More complicated than years of therapy could fix.  Overpowering.  Guilt-inducing.  Helicoptering to the most severe degree.  Had apron strings that made Alcatraz look chilled.  Embarrassingly loud and flamboyant.

See, I hadn’t ever met these people.  No one ever told me they existed.  Until Hallmark.

My friends and I used to frequent the mall that was practically in my backyard pretty much each Sunday afternoon. With our hard-earned babysitting money, we’d shop or just browse.  At Hallmark, my young teen self came across an intriguing book: “The Big Book of Jewish Humor.”  Or something like that.  I figured it would be full of plays-on-words with Hebrew or jokes about latkes.  Alas, I was about to meet My Big Fat Neurotic Jewish Family.

Jokes upon jokes that I didn’t get about Jewish mothers, guilt, nebbish men, and JAPs.  I had no idea who these people were.  Were they my people?  Where did they live?  Where were they hiding?  How come everyone seemed to know about them besides me?

Was it about growing up Orthodox and pretty much shielded from much of the media?  Is there some kind of inversely proportional relationship between growing up amid rich spiritual Judaism and extensive education, and knowledge or identification with classic modern Jewish stereotypes?

My friend Dr. Samantha Baskind authored a fascinating piece on “The Fockerized Jew” – an analysis of the “coolness” of Jews in the media as a fairly recent occurrence, based on the offerings of Woody Allen, Barbara Streisand, Seinfeld, and most recently, the Fockers.  I read the extensive essay with fascination, not just because she is a brilliant writer, but because, well, I never knew Jews were uncool in the first place.

Woody Allen?  Classic Jew?  Are you kidding??

Did you identify with these Jewish stereotypes?  Did they align with real-world Jews you knew?