I grew up going to services. A lot of services. I was adept at counting the ceiling tiles, reaching into the thousands as my grasp of numbers grew more sophisticated. The melodies became part of my life soundtrack; I hummed them as my mind wandered during the rabbi’s sermon.
Although we may think time moves in a linear fashion, Jewish holidays insert themselves in unexpected moments and places, seemingly out-of-sync with our expectations.
"Remember;" memorial service held on Yom Kippur and on the last day of Pesach, Shavout, and Sukkot.
When I started a new chapter in my life as a freshman at Indiana University (Go Hoosiers!), I met people left and right.