I got a tattoo today.
That is a sentence I never imagined I would write. I have been a tattoo admirer in the past, but never a tattoo desirer. I couldn't imagine an image or word I would want…drilled into my skin. I would get sick of it, I thought; I would regret it when I got older. Then, a couple of months ago, I realized that my kids' initials, in birth order, are AHA--I'm not sure how this never occurred to me before--and my first thought was "I want that on my… >> Read More
Growing up, one of the major rules of Judaism that was hammered into my head over and over and over again was: Jews do not get tattoos.
I'm not sure how much of that was true observance on my…parents' part, or convenient tradition that provided the perfect parenting excuse, but either way, it wasn't something that was easily forgotten. >> Read More
The other morning Frieda, my 2 year old, asked to see “Mommy’s sunshine.” I lifted up my pant leg and showed her. My sunshine is my tattoo.
Yes, I am a Jew with a tattoo. And no, Jews do…not traditionally get tattoos. (Although the practice has become so common that the New York Times published an article about it a couple of years ago.) Leviticus 19:28 states that “You shall not make gashes in your flesh for the dead, or incise any marks on yourselves: I am the Lord.” Scholars over the years… >> Read More