NYJW Opinion

Those who break glass ceilings are pushing against a surface that someone else already cracked.

My earliest Jewish memory is going to synagogue on Purim with my mom, along with my dearest childhood friend Sue and her mother. I was probably around 4 at the time and still vividly recall being in the synagogue and eating strawberry ice cream.  Although Jewish law mandates hearing every word of the Megillah, the […]