Sarah writes about life in the US Air Force, raising a Jewish family and interfaith marriage. She lives in Tucson with her husband, son and daughter. Her idea of perfection is walking her dog, reading in a hammock and eating breakfast tacos. She has a BA in Political Science and Chinese and a Masters in Public Affairs.
Having relocated to Arizona in our seventh (eighth?) move with the U.S. Air Force, I am constantly touched and astonished at the level of support our family receives from the Jewish community and…beyond. Our rabbi and synagogue family are extraordinary when my husband deploys, and I know I can count on them. Yet, there are still some things I would like civilians to know about being a military family in 2015. 1. Deployment is not a one-time thing anymore. In post-9/11 America, service members who commission or… >> Read More
I'm desperate to redo the sad, drab entryway in my house. After seven moves with the U.S. military, I've become accustomed to simply putting our things "where they fit" in whatever home we're…currently living in. Our family--and our belongings--have become the only real indication of where our "home" is after moving so much. But now that we're more settled at our current duty station, it's time to really reevaluate. Does this home look like we want it to? Like us? Who are we, anyway? >> Read More
Somewhere between my active toddler son's energetic wind sprints at the park and my daughter's ferocious infant appetite, I stopped nursing with a cover.
Not that I really ever had any great…love for a nursing cover. Didn't seem to matter if it was a formal cover with the plasticy-bent peephole, or a super-thin-cottony Aden and Anais blanket, I usually used one before. One lives in the diaper bag at all times. I found other women who nursed without covers somewhat forward. Not improper, just very unconcerned… >> Read More
Love our children though we may, inevitably my husband and I will eventually have commitments on Friday night. Luckily, we have the world's most fantastic babysitter. Our children run to her when…she comes through the door. Last time she left, our toddler clung to her leg and blurted out, "Miss Megan, I ruv you." Like any good parent, I've instructed her to start failing her college courses so that she won't graduate quite so fast and leave us, tearful, in her successful dust. She's not Jewish,… >> Read More
After the military moved our family seven times over the last seven years, I can say with confidence that I’m more grateful than ever to live in a place with a Jewish community. While…criss-crossing the country, trying to forge a Jewish family and maintaining our identities, I’ve learned to appreciate several facets of American Jewish life. In the spirit of Thanksgivukkah, I’m especially grateful for: 1) A welcoming spirit. The kind-hearted, slow speaking congregation in Pensacola who made my non-Jewish boyfriend feel at home. They led us to the… >> Read More
We are Shabbat rookies in every way.
Before we got married, we decided to raise the kids Jewish. I am Jewish, my husband is not. It was important to me, and my husband liked the idea of them…growing up with a faith. Some of the best advice I got on raising kids Jewish was from a religious school administrator who told me, “Just do Jewish.” Got it. Do Jewish. Now what? >> Read More
Like so many of us, my love for The Maccabeats started innocently enough with their "Candlelight" YouTube hit.
But now my passing admiration has blossomed into a much deeper and holistic…appreciation of their music and purpose. Coming from the deep southwest, we simply don't have many (any?) Jewish musical groups to speak of. The whole concept of a Jewish boy band or a cappella group was entirely foreign to me until I heard The Maccabeats sing in their matching white shirts and yarmulkes. My non-Jewish… >> Read More
“Let’s go to Simchat Torah.” I said. “It’ll be fun.”
My husband isn’t Jewish, but he can power through the transliterated Hebrew in the Reform siddur (prayer book) with the best of…them. He was skeptical, but my promise of fun (and possibly dessert) won out. Having never celebrated the holiday growing up, the only reason I had any inkling it would be fun was because of the only other time I ever celebrated. In a closet in Taipei. That’s where the Jews meet. A small room--a… >> Read More