Recently wed and newly ordained, I moved with my husband Matt to the Bay Area for my first rabbinic position. We knew we didn’t want to have kids right away: with the move to a new city, career changes, and the adoption of a second dog (because why not?), we were in no rush.

At the end of that first year, a clergy colleague had a baby. Around the time of our first anniversary, we began to seriously consider getting started ourselves, when another colleague announced that she, too, was expecting. Ever ones to be late to the party, we decided it was, apparently, time to get crackin...

An Israeli teen visiting Toronto recently told me, “It is easy to be Jewish in Israel but hard to be Reform. In Canada, it is hard to be Jewish but easy to be Reform.”

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.

When I arrived in Toronto 10 years ago, wearing a kippah (head covering) was not part of my practice, nor did it seem to be for most women. I decided the best way to teach young women they could wear one was to begin to do so myself. In time, it became a reminder of the holiness of my work as clergy, from enjoying laser tag with youth group kids to...