Mar. 22, 2017
Growing up in an evangelical home while toddling between three locations (Maui, Missouri, Maine), there was a surprising lack of ethnic diversity and outside information available. By this, what I really mean is that I didn’t meet my first Jewish person until just two years before grad school at Hebrew University, nor did I know an iota about the Jewish culture, the roots of our “Judeo-Christian” faith, or the reason for that scary 8-pronged candle fixture, reminiscent of a trident. It was as foreign to me as Timbuktu.