I was eleven when I first went to sleep away camp. It was an Orthodox Jewish camp In Eastern Pennsylvania, a two hour bus ride from my New Jersey Suburban home. I boarded the bus in my oversized tan boy shorts and big grey t-shirt and the carrot sticks my mom had packed for me as a...
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Tag: Childhood Stories
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When I was in 12th grade at L.A. Hebrew High School, our Chumash teacher, Eliezer Slomovic, interrupted a lesson to share with us a little of his anger. He had davened on the previous Shabbat in a friend’s shul — I think to attend a bar mitzvah. Eliezer, as we called him, always...