"Last night I sat at the synagogue next to my 19-year-old daughter. I felt a swell of joy as the services began; I’d been away too long. I’d loved services as a child and teenager. And then we hit the first mention of Israel as the Promised Land, and I burst into tears.
On the way to services, I’d caught up on Twitter a bit. I’d read about the Israeli missiles still falling on Palestine. I’d read about the outright murder of Palestinian children. And I sat there and listened to the rabbi call Israel our Promised Land, and it broke something in me."
Spring Valley Inn, Spring Green WI