Holidays and Rituals Offer Much More than We Get: the Untold Story of Joy

I was newly divorced with a three-year-old son — and terrified. The last thing I expected was to be a single parent, but I suddenly found, almost overnight, that I had become one. I had been living in an observant Jewish home because my former spouse had been a member of the Jewish clergy.

I didn’t have the first idea of how to manage being a single mom. Nor did I know how to raise my son alone in a Jewish community where everyone I knew was a couple.

For me, uncoupling from a cantorial family and going to a whole different synagogue was like learning to walk again. My son’s dad and I both agreed to raise our son Jewishly, but I had no idea what that would mean for me.

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