ABSTRACT
When distance from family members and Jewish community and the lack of a Jewish partner and coparent might be expected to make Jewish mothering a trial, why do I find it a boon? Why is it that I, who stopped believing in God before I quite gave up hope in the Tooth Fairy, and who was once bodily removed from the offices of the Canadian Jewish News for trying to place a paid advertisement condemning Israel’s invasion of Lebanon, find myself determined to raise daughters who will call themselves Jews? How did I become the woman who placed a “Jews Wanted” classified ad in the local paper some years back?
