Wednesday, July 23, 2014 Tammuz 25, 5774

Here's the story of the Yom Kippur I will never forget. I was 15 and absentmindedly broke the fast early with a few corn chips.

Maxon came home from his first day at Hebrew school with teeth stained from water ice and friends at his side. He won't admit it, but it seems like he maybe actually had a good time.


In our new parenting blog, join Jennifer Raphael in the adventures of raising two boys. Today, it's time for her oldest to start Hebrew school. Again.
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