Multiculturalism sounds magical and exciting, an example of the best part of globalization.

My husband is Burmese Buddhist. He worships idols. I’m an American Jew. I spent my childhood attending weekly Hebrew school classes and saying the Sh’ma every night: “Sh’ma Yisrael, Adonai Eloheinu, Adonai Echad. Hear, O Israel: the Lord is our God, the Lord is one.”

I haven’t told him about the bris yet. I’m not sure how to bring it up. “Um, honey, all our family and friends are going to gather around and watch as a strange Jewish man chops off a piece of our future son’s penis.”

No, I don’t think that’ll go over well.

Read more of this week’s Pushing Off here.