As often as politely possible, I hide from this piece. I find as many excuses as I can to say “no thanks” to the Rabbi’s kind and humbling yearly request to sing it – not enough prep time, too much else going on, someone else can do it better (this last one is always true), etc. This year, however, I said yes.
He gripped his little brother’s hand, his stomach churning with fear and embarrassment, his fingers slick with his own sweat. He didn’t dare look at him; the lids of his eyes weighed down by shame and grief, for he knew what was yet to come.
We will start our Religious School on October 18. It will be happening online due to the ongoing pandemic, and will be tailored to provide brief online as well as offline and hands on instruction, taking into account family’s educational needs during these unprecedented times. The Principal and Rabbi look forward to welcoming our children back and bringing Judaism and joy to our youngest and younger community members.
The stars in the sky shone brightly and clearly and I could point out Orion and the Big Dipper to my children on our evening walk. The neighborhood was cast in darkness and we picked our way past downed trees and broken branches by the light of the stars and our flashlights.