I cried to my mother that I wanted to go to Hebrew school; I wanted Jewish friends. But when my mother took me, the kids there all knew each other, and somehow I was even more of an outcast.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was one of two Jewish kids in my school. We were probably one of two Jewish families in our town.
When I was little, I went to a Jewish community day school for most of elementary school.
As scary as it was being raised by one Jewish mother, I have to feel for my kids because they have two Jewish mothers.
I'm Jewish. Went to a Jewish school.
My mother should have been Jewish. She could have taught a class on how to induce guilt.
My family moved to Israel when I was eight until I was 10, and then we came back, and my parents split up. I was suddenly in a single-parent home and on scholarship. Fifth grade was such a hard year for me.
I actually have a life I said I wanted to have. I wanted to tell stories I want and be with my family. I'm whispering it, because I'm a quarter Jewish and afraid it's all going to be taken away.
I came to a happy Jewish family in dark days in Europe.
I am one of the happiest people I know. And that's a weird place to have arrived at from being a depressed Jewish kid.
When my children were born, I made the choice I wanted them to be raised as Jews and to have a Jewish education.