Memories of growing up as a Reform Jew in Roslyn, Long Island, bring me a sense of comfort. Our family spent countless Friday nights at Temple Sinai, first praying and then eating sweets and drinking the best flavored soda around. Honestly, I could’ve done without the praying part and skipped right to dessert, but I knew it was all part of being Jewish. When High Holiday services arrived, I loved seeing people all dressed up and, while the rabbi spoke to us, playing with my mom’s rings. My focus back then was not on faith, but on being a good Jewish person and doing the right thing.... Read More
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