My Father Taught Me How To Pray.

I have vivid memories of my father standing in the front corner of our dining room donning his tallit, or prayer shawl. That was his spot for the days he did not make it to shul to daven in the morning. It was also where he would recite Tehillim, Pirkei Avot, and practice reading from the Torah. Every Friday night when I was in middle school,…

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Taking a Leap of Faith: Our Move to Atlanta

Last summer, I left my secure job, my family and my friends to move to Atlanta with my husband. I often tell people I left New York to find a lower cost of living, a vibrant Jewish community, and warmer weather. And while the above reasons were the foundation for why we came, I couldn’t…

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