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Here’s a fun apple cookie to make for back-to-school (and/or Rosh Hashanah).

Nothing hurts like betrayal. No pain is deeper than the pain of disillusionment: seeing your hero unmasked as a dupe, your personal idol shattered into fraudulent bits

“Oh, I almost forgot.” She looked worried for a moment. “My father called for you. He asked you to call back when you get home”

A long awkward silence. He sat stoic, silent. I sat stunned. How could this man ever smile again? Even 65 years later?

How does one learn courage and dedication from people who eat treif and can’t read a pasuk of Chumash? The synagogue where I grew up taught me the answer