Miriam Stein

Rarely do I stop searching for clues to his becoming traditionally orthodox, or a “Torah observing Jew,” as he would say. I struggle to identify the mistakes I made as a mother. Could it be that our crime was living in a predominantly Christian town that ...

Shalom, my son, where can I find you? Hidden in your new black beard, black suit, black hat Ensconced for the last two of your twenty-five years In a yeshiva Deep in Jerusalem