Michael Kress


An Unorthodox Education

By Michael Kress

The first time I set foot in a day school, the principal, a soft-spoken man named Mr. Fishman, gave me a big black yarmulke to wear on my bare head, and I promptly threw it to the floor. At the time, my family was checking out the Orthodox yeshiva where I would start kindergarten a year later. How I went from that cranky kid who refused to wear a yarmulke to an adult who wears a small, blue-knit one most of the time is a day school success story.Read More



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