The Long Walk to Moving On
[It’s] like I was a guest in somebody else’s dream, waiting for something.
Life Lessons from My Stint as Junior Gabbai
Never before had I held the power to bestow honor on others—or myself.
The High Holidays of My Youth
In that tiny shul, the prayers of survivors hung heavy in the air.
Keeper of the Tefillin
I marveled at the timelessness of our mesorah. Here I was, employing twenty-first-century technology to preserve nineteenth-century tefillin—the same ones my great-grandfather had wrapped around his arm each morning.