I Was Jewish for 72 Hours

For three days, I thought I was Jewish. Until my mom burst my bubble. Oy, vey. When my folks arrived on Saturday, we were doing the usual sitting-outside-and-catching-up thing. That’s when my mom dropped a bombshell. “I think we might have some Jewish ancestry,” she said. That was news to me, though not a total … Continue reading I Was Jewish for 72 Hours