I sat somewhere between anxious and bored in my seat, picking at the polyester threads as they unraveled from the sleeve of my robe. One after one, my classmates were called to the bimah, and in the same sing-song cadence of their bar or bat mitzvah speeches, they started their...
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February 15, 2007 | 7:00 pmWhen my husband and I put our 2-year-old to bed, we help him with the usual array of activities: changing into pajamas, reading a book, drinking milk, singing songs and -- most beloved to me -- chanting the Shema and Ve'ahavta.
Each evening at the conclusion of the nighttime Shema,...