The him is my son. What did I do wrong? What did HE do wrong? Where is g-d in all of this? Too many questions...not enough answers. Very little faith or patience on my end to see any of this through
Last weekend I met an amazing woman. She is the cantor at the synagogue where my nephew was bar mitzvahed. When she found out we were from Philly, she came over to our table at the luncheon to play ‘Jewish...
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