A rabbinic midrash on love, memory, and the breath of all living beings
by Rabbi Mikhail Salita
I first wrote this story many years ago—perhaps fifteen or twenty.
At that time, I wasn’t yet a rabbi. I was simply remembering my childhood…

A rabbinic midrash on love, memory, and the breath of all living beings
by Rabbi Mikhail Salita
I first wrote this story many years ago—perhaps fifteen or twenty.
At that time, I wasn’t yet a rabbi. I was simply remembering my childhood…