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“Someone forwarded me your shiur,” the woman said. “And I was wondering — can I share something with you?”

“Every so often I would advertise the lost tallis in various places, but to no avail”

As you might imagine, the experience didn’t particularly endear that community to me

We yearn for Bobbie’s twinkling eyes, the naïveté of childhood, and a joy unsullied by disappointment at life not turning out exactly as you planned

Their differences in psak halachah did not get in the way of the genuine respect and friendship they shared for each other

I felt the blood drain from my face. I had heard of such scams, but I never thought it would happen to me