Jordan, What an awesome story (and great pics)! You clearly somehow avoided the awkward braces and tight dress phenomenon that was all the rage at my bat mitzvah circa 1993. In the year leading up to my bat mitvah, I revoked my previous goal to become a rabbi, a change of heart motivated by two realizations: 1. my rabbi was dopey, and 2. only supreme dorks continued their jewish education past their bar/bat mitzvahs. Fortunately, about 10 years later I got back into Judaism via an amazing Reconstructionist congregation in DC. I got to have the good stuff... without rabbinical school. I still wear my bat mitvah tallit. Every time I look at that bag I'm twelve again.
Jordan, What an awesome story (and great pics)! You clearly somehow avoided the awkward braces and tight dress phenomenon that was all the rage at my bat mitzvah circa 1993. In the year leading up to my bat mitvah, I revoked my previous goal to become a rabbi, a change of heart motivated by two realizations: 1. my rabbi was dopey, and 2. only supreme dorks continued their jewish education past their bar/bat mitzvahs. Fortunately, about 10 years later I got back into Judaism via an amazing Reconstructionist congregation in DC. I got to have the good stuff... without rabbinical school. I still wear my bat mitvah tallit. Every time I look at that bag I'm twelve again.