And the Answer Is… The Bar and Bat Mitzvah! “I’m pooped!” Natalie collapsed into her easy chair and fanned herself with her ever-present apron as she recounted her latest trip “up north.” “My son, he’s an editor and my daughter, she’s a...
A Pittsburgh-born Rabbi’s Thoughts on the Pittsburgh Massacre It started with pennies. At first my dear friend’s teenage daughter didn’t take it seriously. After all, the boy who was throwing pennies at her couldn’t even get the insult right. “He’s calling me a KITE,”...
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