For the most part, my ex and I managed the birthdays in a semi-reasonable fashion. We did this by hosting "dueling" parties, with my children's friends split down the middle, much like how we split our possessions during the divorce.
We honored our interfaith son's transition to adolescence with the essence of the Bar Mitzvah (reading from the Torah and Shabbat prayers), but also included elements drawn from his Christian heritage.
How ironic that a people who have survived forced baptisms are now drowning in an ocean of profligacy. Rabbis should be thundering from the pulpit that extravagant weddings are an abrogation of Jewish values.
If someone makes a brilliant Oscar-winning short and no one watches it -- does it have any impact? When the movie has potential for changing the lives of children around the globe, that's just not good enough.
I told Mr.Cosby I needed to attend the Bar Mitzvah of my best friend's son. "That's quite fitting that you'll be doing that at the same time as I'm speaking," he told me with a heartfelt intensity. "Because I'm going to Cleveland for the very same purpose."