Send to Friend  Bookmark  Print  Finding My Way after Growing Up
Christian with a Jewish Mother  I grew up in what I'll call "a
religion default mode." Neither my father nor mother exhibited
any sort of passionate pull to either of their faiths,
Christianity and Judaism respectively. This apparent apathy
translated into a Christian upbringing for me and my brother.
The only explanation I can think of for this choice is that my
father's Episcopalian family lived in the same neighborhood of
Baltimore, Maryland, that I then grew up in, and that my
paternal grandparents, closer and therefore more influential in
daily life than my maternal grandparents who resided in Ohio,
had a stronger say in which religious path our family would
take.  Thus, I became Christian, beginning with a baptism before
I could speak.  My parents' goal must have been to introduce me
to organized religion, and they did that--nothing more, nothing
less. From their introduction, which consisted of dropping me
off and picking me up in front o