Divorcing your husband is tough. Separating from your synagogue is harder
For me, family and synagogue have always been intertwined. Growing up with unhappy parents, shul became a refuge where I felt contained and coddled by ancient stories and unchanging rituals. I looked forward to raising my own children with a close connection to a congregation.
Mahjong saved my life
For hours each night I rocked my fretful body, trying to muffle my sobs, while everyone else slept. My only relief came from playing mahjong.