That was literally my AIM screen name growing up. No joke.
My mom comes from a Jewish family and my dad comes from a loose-Christian family. According to a 23 & me DNA test
, I’m 48.1% Ashkenazi Jew, so the nose perfect makes sense. I went to Jewish preschool and summer camps, but we never went to a Christian church. Honestly, I can’t think of one time we went to church, not even on Christmas or Easter, but we still celebrated everything. I loved being a Christmukkah family. It was unique, gave me extra presents, and allowed me to think for myself.
Although my parents taught us about everything, I never felt pressured to choose anything. As we got older, it was clear that any of us kids could believe anything we wanted, so long as we stayed good people. When I was in high school, I dipped my toe into Christianity out of complete curiosity. And by complete curiosity, here’s what I really mean:
My best friend at the time, Emily Payan (still one of my best friends), was a super Christian. She wouldn’t sleep over on Saturday’s because she couldn’t wait to go to church on Sunday. She had tons of “church friends” that went on summer trips and read books together. Then, my other non-Christian friend started going on the trips as well, and I immediately felt left out. I wanted to be apart of everything, but literally knew nothing about God or Jesus or Mary or lambs or anything that Christian’s talk about. So instead of just attending church to learn like a normal person, I asked my mom to take me to a bible store so I could buy a bible. I still think this is hilarious — my sweet Jewish mother taking her completely confused daughter to a bible store. What a sweet woman she is.