Imperfect Blessings
There was a beautiful, festive bar mitzvah at shul this past Shabbat. As I sat down in my usual seat, I found myself unexpectedly crying. I shouldn’t really say unexpectedly…. I cry all the time. I cry for my children’s war experiences, for the widows and orphans, for reserve soldiers, for the hostages, for the… Read More Imperfect Blessings