Emily Brittany Race
10 min readMay 7, 2021

On the Full Moon before I got married, April 27 2021, I sat before the Beit Din & submerged myself in Mikveh, consecrating my choice to live a Jewish life. This is my story of how I got there.

April 2021 — the month that I finally became Jewish. This marks the end of a long road travelled, one that began before I realized I was walking down it.

Some of my earliest memories of Judaism begin with The Jewish Community Center in my hometown of Longmeadow, MA. I would go there to attend my friends’ Maccabi Games, my sister’s art class, or to join the gym when I came home from college holiday breaks. I distinctly remember the smell that would meet you as you walk through the front door; the display cases housing various Judaica that enticed you to come admire them — which I later on learned to be Mezuzahs, Shabbat Candles, and the “Yad” (or Torah pointers).

It never struck me that Judaism was “separate” from me until I turned 13 and realized that I wouldn’t be able to become a Bat Mitzvah. There was a lot of commotion in my school as some of my peers prepared for their coming of age ceremony, and anticipation around the invitations you would — or wouldn’t — receive. Then, there was the celebration itself: listening to my friends chant in Hebrew; seeing inside various Synagogues and admiring the ornamental chambers that housed the Torah Scrolls; and of course, all of the fun that would ensue in the themed afterparties.

Emily Brittany Race

Curious explorer of worlds inside & out, writing for freedom. Mother Queen. Host of the Founding Mothers Podcast. www.founding-mothers.com