Flashback
How nice it would be to know — with complete certainty — what lies ahead “Are you ready to light?” my father asks. I’m standing at the counter, elbow-deep in a bowl of shredded potatoes. I nod, rinse my hands, and join them at the candles. Once upon a time, our menorah table was crowded. There was
Bassi Gruen
Flashback
How nice it would be to know — with complete certainty — what lies ahead “Are you ready to light?” my father asks. I’m standing at the counter, elbow-deep in a bowl of shredded potatoes. I nod, rinse my hands, and join them at the candles. Once upon a time, our menorah table was crowded. There was
Faigy Peritzman