Growing up, I was under the illusion that I knew something about being Jewish. My parents were Holocaust survivors from Europe, and relatives and neighbors surrounded our life with thick accents and strange practices — salami sandwiches on rye bread; cholesterol-rich kishke and fruit compote; and cigarette smoke rising slowly from a table where Jews … More »
Engaging a Covenant: From Salami on Rye to a Life of Torah
May 1, 2013