The Jewish world last month lost a master melamed with the passing of Rabbi Dr. David Hartman. I lost a trusted teacher and guide. Fortunate was I for the opportunity to study at his feet and be invited into his inner circle.
In 2007 my parents decided it was time to downsize and sell their home of more than thirty years. To help them pack up and move into their new apartment, I returned to Cleveland to offer my assistance.
Sophie Scholl, her brother Hans and the student group White Rose protested Nazi atrocities, including the murder of Jews. In 1943, the Scholl siblings and their comrade Christoph Probst were caught, tried in a show trial and beheaded.
While I was tempted to support grants that might provide some relief to a number of shuls, I was not willing to trade that potential short-term benefit for the likelihood of real long-term harm to religious freedom protections.
When people learn I suffered from an eating disorder they often are shocked for two reasons: How could such a vibrant, friendly, nice Jewish girl have had an eating disorder? And if I did, how am I able to talk about it so casually?