We were the only family on our street not to have a Christmas tree at our house,
but it was nice to have our neighbors over and introduce them to our traditions
(latkes, as always, were a huge hit!).
Growing up was Sunday/Hebrew school, bat mitzvah classes, regular trips to
shul, USY and a non-Jewish summer camp (Camp Jewel). I didn’t really find my
feet as an independent, practicing Jew until my mid-forties, during a time of
tremendous personal losses. My first-ever trip to Israel came as an adult about six
years ago. Truly transformational.
With all of the upheaval in the world right now, I feel immensely blessed to live
where I can worship freely and in safety. I am so fortunate to be a member of this
community, and I cherish the legacy built by the generations before me. I want to
ensure that those who come after me can know the same sense of safety,
welcome and community that was here before me. That is why I am leaving a
legacy. I hope my legacy gift will offer the same never-to-be-taken-for-granted
blessings for the generations who come after me.