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In a machlokes such as this, everyone is wrong

This is my avodah, I tell myself, as I rotate between apple juice, water, apple juice, water

I’m trying. Very hard. But there’s a thick gray fog that makes me unsure of where I stand

“What’s her Jewish name? She needs a Jewish name,” the rabbi whispered

“If I don’t make it,” he whispered to her, “name the baby after me”

This isn’t a decision I made lightly, it’s an extremely painful step, but it must be done