I’m sick of being called a shiksa. One time, after a guy broke up with me, he told me his sister said that, “Shiksas are just for practice.” Knowing how frustrated I was, one of my friends triple dog dared me to convert to Judaism. And that’s where this column comes in.
To say that there is something transcendent in each of us need not be a declaration of religious faith. It is a recognition of the other in her highest form of humanity.