28 years ago, I was a sophomore at The University of Miami, walking to class through the breezeway outside of the Student Union on our beautiful campus in Coral Gables.
Last night, my synagogue hosted a Moment of Community and Connection. A group of us sat in a circle with our clergy, and our senior rabbi picked up his acoustic guitar and played the first chords of a song he wrote.
My last post was about the misuse of the word “ironic.” It’s quite ironic then that a writer like me would struggle to put into words how badly anti-Semitism hurts.