Rachel Brodie

Applied Probability: Day School Plus Mazel

In 1985, I made a Rupert Holmes-style escape from the ghetto known as Manhattan’s Upper West Side. I had been deeply immersed in Jewish life, from conception until college, but as a freshman at Brown University, I was encouraged to explore, even fetishize, the secular world — to such a degree that I boasted about having graduated without ever setting foot in Hillel or in the Judaic studies department.