Every so often, usually at the end of a long dinner or after a particularly bleak headline, I hear a familiar reassurance from fellow Jews. A delusional reassurance eating away at our community, one so entrenched, so comforting, and so…
Every so often, usually at the end of a long dinner or after a particularly bleak headline, I hear a familiar reassurance from fellow Jews. A delusional reassurance eating away at our community, one so entrenched, so comforting, and so…