It was October, 2000. I had just moved to Philadelphia from Chicago with my husband Zolani, who had just accepted a job as professor at Haverford College, and our 3- and 4-year old toddlers, Sonja and Sarah. I was singing with the Anna Crusis Women’s Choir in a concert held in a little stone church in Chestnut Hill.
Like most churches in which I’ve spent time, this one felt warm, welcoming, and just a little… “rustic.” The pews were arranged in a circle, and the objects in the space – the Jewish seder plate and a Muslim Quran on the altar ...