The grueling physical challenge was everything my DNA says I should avoid.
Acknowledging the gentiles who keep our synagogues running.
I idolized my dad and resented him. As I’ve untangled our relationship, I adopted his passion: Talmud study.
Mourning for my mother saw me through anger, doubt, and numbness – and brought me closer to her.
They’re frustrating and sometimes broken, but the men in my shul make services divine.
When a mother succumbs to cancer in old age and a father faces his own mortality, a son experiences the blessings of a good shiva.
Teaching our children the true meaning of “victory.”