by Barbara M. Stock

Getting the Get

At first it was just another reason to fight— and I was tired of fighting. A Get, a Jewish divorce. Until my mother mentioned it, I had never even heard of such a thing. The year was 1980, years before anyone was writing about a Get. The world had not heard of the plight of Israeli women whose husbands refused to grant a Get. My friends were no help. Not one of my friends was divorced. Talking to my insistent mother, I felt like Bill Cosby’s Noah talking to G-d; “Sure, whatever you say. What’s an ark? What’s a cubit? What’s a Get?”

Continue reading this article…

Already a subscriber? Log in above to keep reading. Or subscribe now for immediate access to the complete digital and print editions, plus exclusive online access to Lilith's back issues.