Rachel Kadish’s creative non-fiction class at Bar Ilan University took place in a bomb shelter on campus. Little did she know how metaphorical the setting would become.
The decision to send the three of us kids to the Solomon Schechter School was, I’m told, a difficult one. My mother, who is a daughter of Holocaust refugees and a staunch Zionist, pushed for us to attend. My father, who came from a more typical American Jewish background, worried that we’d emerge from such an education glassy-eyed, alien to him.