Musings Of A Shliach From Montana When you find yourself standing before a soul on fire, crying from the essence of their neshamah, it’s impossible not to be moved. This past Shabbos in shul I shared a story from a few years back about Rabbi Zale Newman of Toronto arranging a funeral for a local […]
A few days ago, someone sent one of my brothers a photo of the house we grew up in on Montgomery Street in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. The house is undergoing serious renovations now and, while it is only about half-way done, except for the location, it no longer resembles the house of my childhood. We […]