Circumcision for Modern Jews

Uriel, his first moments resting on his mother’s chest

Grappling with Culture

Thursday night, at 10:03PM, my son Uriel was born on our deck in the birthing tub. Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating Mount St. Helens. He cracked his eye open for the first time and gave me the stinkeye. I get it — it’s all downhill from here, kid.

I am Jewish by blood and tribe, with spiritual beliefs that are probably closest to…