At 20, Viv was a promising young singer. At 30, her failing music career has forced her back into her mother’s basement. but when this self-proclaimed bad jew lands ass-backwards into a job as a cantor at her family’s synagogue, she’s thrown into a wild ride of illicit affairs, drug trips, tense family drama, self-discovery and some serious jewish bops.
Hungover on the holiest day of the year, Viv gets a strange job offer.
Both the Rabbi and Ash have some (very different) advice for Viv.
Viv's first gig as Cantor is at the wedding of an old "friend."
The family sits down to roast chicken and some long simmering grudges.
Viv learns the hard way that psychedelics and circumcision don't mix.
After a funeral, Ash and Viv are put in a few awkward situations.
How bad is it to miss your sister's big day?
