by Ellen Weinberg Dreyfus

More than Thirty Years Ago, When People Heard that her Daughter was a Rabbinic Student, They would Say to My Mother, “She’s going to be a woman rabbi??”

My mother answered, “I don’t know what other land she could be.” I recall visiting a patient when I worked as a hospital chaplain, hearing “You’re a rabbi, but you don’t even have a beard.” I responded, “No, and I’m not circumcised, either.” In those days, as now, it helped to have a sense of humor and a great deal of patience to face the reactions of those who were amazed at my bizarre career choice.

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