Bad Jew
<p>I’m a bad Jew. I didn’t have a bat-Mitzvah and I don’t fast on Yom Kippur. I’ve adopted a few sweet traditions to share with friends and family, like baking challah on Friday and lighting Hanukkah candles, only in my adulthood. But while I didn’t grow up with many traditional customs, I always knew I would get married under a chuppah.</p>
<p>It was how my parents got married. Though theirs was not in a synagogue, under a carefully embroidered tapestry, but in a tiny kitchen, away from prying eyes, where ten men held up a tablecloth to bless their union. This was just how it was done in the Soviet Union, where being a Jew was difficult. It’s why so many families packed what they could into immigration-specified duffles and came to the US throughout the 80s and 90s.</p>
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