Her Yuletide celebration was nearly turning into more of a fiasco than Jill had feared; the acrimony between the Johnson and Cohen families weighed down over the room like a wet blanket. Still, she kept on smiling and chatting, determined to carry on, until she overheard a snide remark about her grandmother's silver Chanukah menorah.… Continue reading A snide remark
The “synagogue of Satan”
A story of a much younger me. Memories of the exuberance of my first year of college stay with me. I remember how exciting it was to sit down with a new friend at a café right across the street from our dormitory. How adult we thought ourselves, as we ordered our chai lattes (that… Continue reading The “synagogue of Satan”
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