Rebecca Klempner is a wife, mother, and writer in Los Angeles.
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The Force Isn’t With Me Anymore

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was a Star Wars fanatic. But now—as an adult, an Orthodox Jew, and a parent concerned about Hollywood’s morals—I’m resisting the urge to see the new movie.

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Stuck in the Middle

I grew up in a family that always voted for Democrats. Then I joined an Orthodox community filled with Republicans. Where do I stand? Somewhere in between.

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Matzo Ball Soup—and Hold the Eggs

If you want to make matzo balls, you’ve got to break some eggs. Right? Wrong.

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Obsessive. Compulsive. And Orthodox.

It took years for me to recognize my OCD, and even longer to keep it from interfering with my religious observance

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‘Jewish Karma’: When Bad Things Happen to Good People Who Do Bad Things

I regretted my unkind words as soon as I wrote them. And then the pain I’d caused another person came back to haunt me.

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The First—and Last—Time I Wore Tefillin

I used to think that being a feminist meant doing whatever men did. Now I’ve found my own place as a woman in the Orthodox world.

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How a Purim Treat Turned Into a Purim Chore—and Finally a Source of Joy

We publish a comic holiday newsletter for our friends. Recently it started to feel like work, until I learned the meaning of ‘mitzvah.’

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Between the Haves and the Have-Nots, Snobbery Is a Two-Way Street

I prided myself on living modestly—even seeing it as a Jewish virtue. Then I confronted my envy of those who were better off.

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Finding a Home Where the Hanukkah Candles Outnumber the Christmas Trees

As a Jewish kid surrounded by Christmas cheer, an Afterschool Special inadvertently showed me that I didn’t have to try to fit in

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Childhood Memories of a Year in Israel, Followed by a Lifetime in Exile

Right after Tisha B’Av in 1979, my family left Israel—and splintered into pieces. Despite my hopes, I never made it back.

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Cutting Family Ties

The cards my Christian paternal grandparents sent me as a child came with small checks—and a hidden agenda

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Our Unexpected Passover Guest

Nobody expected my grandfather to show up at my apartment for Passover—two months after he died

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An Object of Desire?

As an Orthodox woman, I relish the freedom from ogling that modest dress offers—but it’s nice to be admired

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