Stories from the Kitchen
I stood in front of the open refrigerator door, peering intently inside as if the multi-layered plastic containers filled with the leftovers would give me the answer to my question. THE question, of course.. the one I had asked myself every morning this week.
As I was leaving the JCC one night following a meeting where we discussed, among other things, reaching out to new populations, I received a text message from my son.
My mother-in-law, Bette Jo, has been an active member at her synagogue for years, and some of her closest friends are those she met while participating in her temple sisterhood.
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