A charming and thoughtful personal account of one woman's journey with head covering of various sorts.
A couple of highlights, for me:
This is both a familiar experience for me (without it even involving a separate piece of clothing) and something I both fear and expect for my daughter. How do I bridge the gap between our family's practice and a world that has smaller and more separate "boxes"? I grew up often feeling different, and it was hard- but it also made me who I am, in ways that I now think were worth it. It's an on-going question. But I appreciated this story.
Ans skipping to the author's adulthood, newly married:
But when I one day chose to wrap a colorful Israeli scarf around my head, similar to the ones my mother always wore, my head covering signaled to the world that I was different. While my teenage-self had blanched at the idea, my adult self wore the look proudly. My scarf was an external sign of oneness with my community.
In other words, a head covering is a symbol of identity- and only feels right if it aligns you, in your own vision, with your perceptions of yourself and who you see as your community.