“You know,” I tell Mira one mikvah night in the dark car, “we’re good for each other. You’ve got to learn there is a gray, and as a religious woman, I have to remember black and white. We both need a little work.” But it’s ardent, vocal Mira, black-and-white-thinking Mira, whom our community respects. It’s tough, I think, to be the one who remembers gray.
